It's not that I'm not capable
But this year put a cap on my able
To bring thoughts out and about.
It's not that life is unstable
But the pages in my notebook just became unstapled.
Muse and motivation muffled.
Stumbling upon silence
Screaming at the screeching halt of speech and semantics
Frantic at the fractions of phrases
Floating without a poem to call home.
Now trying to take off my cap
And put on my cape
SuperPoet is back
Letting no rhyme escape.
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