Poetry

Must (#959)

Not feeling all that inspired,
That and I’m a little tired,

Must force myself into the chair,
To bleed words without care,

I don’t relish days like this,
My work could be hit or miss,

But I don’t have any choice,
The soul must have a voice,

Any Thoughts?

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