Three Barren Cinquains

Cinquains

Precious saviours

When I can’t write anymore

When my mind is empty and dry

Why why?


Why why?

I love writing

Why don’t ideas flow?

I just stare at the screen, barren

Broken


Broken

No ideas at all

Just this nonsense here

Enough now, time for me to go

No no

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