A river of words once flowed through my head...
now all inspiration-
seems to be dead.

Such a desolate place-
is an empty mind...
I pray Dear Lord-
that I revive it in time.

For all that I have-
that no one can take...
is what I may write-
on this very page.

So stay with me please-
what words I have left-
and comfort my heart-
from this pain in my chest.

written by John LaRue
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