Palimpsest

Mirage

I get so terribly depressed when I cannot write.

I go to the well but find it dry.

I hunger yet all turns to ashes

On my tongue.

I thirst but find no relief

And I sink, so near my goal.

I have little else

But scribbling in my secret place.

Rob me of that

And my world goes dark

And I have no purpose.

Save me from this desert.

Make the shimmering mirages vanish

With a touch of new-found magic

And set me on my way.

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