I have no poetry left in my soul anymore.
Spent so long convincing myself my words were unnecessary.
Can't find them again.
Cut off the head and be surprised when the lungs fail.
No electricity jolts through these fingers,
and no amount of pumping on those ribs will start the heart again.

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Which is more or less why I haven't felt able to write. Writing about not writing - shut the fuck up, me.
First poem. I've completed day 1. The rest will flow.