I am entirely sure that my lack of productivity regarding recent attempts with writing is due to some celestial being stealing and/or removing my talent. I got so pissed that I wrote about it. Dumb, yes, if my talent has gone, but its the only way I know how to express myself. It is the probably the most *insert deity here* awful thing your likely to read today, but I feel like putting it up anyway.

Talent, Lost

My talent, like the light,
is drifting away into night
as I sit here and weep for what maybe never was

The beautiful ambrosia
is slipping through my hands
so resplendent and intangible; it cannot be kept

My creative spirit lost
tied to the mundane; i cannot float above

Surround ones self with art
with light and laughter and music
through osmosis can I get it back?

But my muse had left, pulling the gift from me
in this cold hard world I scream for it back

Most precious of possessions
I have lost you!

And talent flows from me like golden blood.
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You may shot me now, for inflicting bad poetry on civilisation.

☮&♥