Has my writing streak now disappeared, if it has, it’s what I feared
I cannot find a rhyme to use, have they arrived, the writing blues
I’m crying out for inspiration, my only
adjective, frustration
The days roll by, so very fast, and this
rhyme here could be the last
Verbs and nouns and adjectives, deep inside's where motivation lives
Connecting words with ones that rhyme, I
need to do it, every time
So many words, so many lines, pronouns
injected, just to combine
This entire mass of enunciation, but I think
for now, I’ll stay on station
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