Envy paints me with its green brush
each time I stumble with words
while another pen earns its wings.
I compare my can’t to their can
as I stare snow blind at white space
that mocks my inadequacy.
Have I reached the end of inspiration?
Tears are a dark lake I cannot swim.
Silence looms.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Comments
BTW, Google has some 'helps' here.
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hit directly center ~
I can get inspired by reading something I especially like, or especially don't like.
Funny how that works.
The poem is great.
Cheers!
JzB