The endless end

TheEndlessEnd

There is so much I need to do
To write some stories, at least a few
But there’s nothing in my brain
In any case not something new

I want to write about life and laughter
Of roses and feeling blue
The sense of living and memories
Or the passion I shared with you

But on this day there’s naught to share
I don’t know where my inspiration went
Maybe in the vast empty depth of my mind
Just at the end of the endless end

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