There are days that feel so heavy,
the weight crushing my heart.
I search all over for my hidden art.
Words use to flow from my pen,
like water from a fall.
Now i struggle to finish a line at all.
My canvas once filled with paint
like a blooming flowers in a spring garden.
Now paint all looks the same.
So as time goes by the dust has settled.
Ideas fade like an Alzheimer patients memories.
Unrest and nonsense fill my mind.
But I go on with a heart that's kind.
Every day searching and waiting,
Things slowly evaporating.
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