Twists and Turns

Blankness is the new chaos,
Ideas devoured by a black hole.
Writer's block?
I fear this condition is worse.

I am aimless.
You can criticise me,
I couldn't care less,
My life is nearly lifeless.

I respect motivational gurus,
But pep talks are not much of a help.
I am intrinsically drugged with despair,
A case which external forces can't repair.

If and when I find a sense of purpose,
In the drought hit zone of my hope,
Blank pages will turn blue,
Presenting you with a corpus.

©songbriti

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