For a poet,
There is nothing more forlorn
Than a poem
Which is never born.
That bit of inspiration,
Lost
That slips away
At a great cost.
Like a miscarried child
It’s gone,
And there won’t be
Another one
Exactly like
The one before,
Though you continue
To write more.
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