Drought

person sitting beside gray concrete ark

Has the well dried up?

Has the muse’s song silenced?

write my thoughts

But distracted thoughts fought

To the forefront

Cease to desist

Insistent intent

Sinister flint

Flicker and flame

By the fueled fire

Tired by money issues

Tried by relation issues

Inflation ensues

Money stretched thin

Tearing in two

But two hold on, too

Protect the littles

I whistle while I work

Pray the muse catches a note

Pray for rain to water my seeds

Pray the well doesn’t dry

Pray the dreams don’t die

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