There’s a vast emptiness within my soul-
My mind a sieve of creative control.
Long gone are the words and the scenes it would mold
Into works of art and stories untold.
I used to burst with colors and sounds
Yearning for music, and companionship, and crowds.
But today it is only loneliness that surrounds
My waking moments, where even my dreams are bound.
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