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Disappointed
i'm the penman without a name
my ink ran dry and coloured me blank
it used to be so viscous and vicious
my pen used to be sharp as a blade
it's bloody trail exposing many victims
scriptures were sacred and fictitious
used to sharpen my steel every day
now i fill my time in an empty way
i lived for weekly improvements
until i became useless, a nuisance
like postmen i delivered in all the weather
until the day i stopped writing altogether
once a keener became braggadocio
i'd always find a way to no show
deemed myself a Master Craft but you can call me Canadian Tire
because my quality and reliability is seemingly expired
i once wrote with my blood, tears and perspiration
struck down by lack of motivation and inspiration
the time's arrived to conclude this vacation
i've grown feeble in this time of stagnation
i'm depending on what muscle memory remains
keep writing whether my wrist severs or strains
like planning to read the books on my shelf
it's another promise i've made to myself
these are the ones I never seem to keep
maybe it's the reason i've been losing sleep
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Re: Disappointed
this is dope .. i flowed it to the disappointed beat...
"used to sharpen my steel every day
now i fill my time in an empty way"
maybe your sword is shape enough... some osf us need to observe meditation instead of fighting...