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Nothing brilliant or enchanted.
Empty words leave the dead in their graves and the soul’s embodiment of creativity burns in hell.
Thoughts that once brought honor, love, joy, respect, are now ignored like chivalry.
What once was an inspiration,
now a frustration.
Trapped and fading the imagination is doomed.
And with no one to listen all becomes obsolete.
Creative Writing
Havoc, mayhem, an onslaught of phonetic pitches, frequencies, do not come.
Nothing brilliant or enchanted.
Empty words leave the dead in their graves and the soul’s embodiment of creativity burns in hell.
Thoughts that once brought honor, love, joy, respect, are now ignored like chivalry.
What once was an inspiration,
now a frustration.
Trapped and fading the imagination is doomed.
And with no one to listen all becomes obsolete.