Daily Prompt: Original

Daily Prompt: Original

There is nothing new under the sun; I think Solomon once said,
Looking at my page, he is right; creativity is dead.

White, harsh, staring, mocking, jeering and foreboding,
Intellect so crushed, a heart so empty my brain is moaning.

If there is a spark, there is no fuel, with fuel there is no spark,
I look around, I walk, I read, I type and write, nothing hits the mark.

Yesterday was blank, yesterday before a desert too,
Disjointed lines, fragmented thoughts, barely a rhyme can I do.

Best leave it there; it is becoming somewhat strained,
What should I do, dead and lifeless thoughts gone down the drain?


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