Dead Battery

Daily Poetry

Once full of life and energy.
Many adventures to be had, many worlds to conquer.
Duties, responsibilities, and cravings remain,
though I’m now a dullard.

Focused thoughts and a well of creativity,
dried out like the desert – serving up leftovers.
Where have my words gone? What happened to my aspirations?

The coal has been expended from this locomotive, driving uphill battle, carrying this boulder as the chains weaken.

Will this old dog make it?

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