I have not written in such a long while,
I fear the literary fountain has dried,
Or sealed its lid against me, leaving
Me alone, without my one release
And around me falls the pieces
Of the loving home I crave
By my own doing, my failures
And so I sit, losing my self in games
Immersing myself in fantasy,
Because it is easier then doubt, distaste,
Failure
For hours I ride on my imagined skies,
Leaving both pen and friend behind
And running from the things which
I hold dear
It is just another failure in a list
Overflowing
Just one more broken dream
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Submission Name: Just One More
