Smells like Zen

I scratch my head,
there’s nothing left to write.
I’m finally emptied
of all complaint?
Impossible!
This journaling every night.
And now my muse
will slowly disacquaint.

Yet here I am,
chasing the pen…

Or maybe I am
chasing after zen?
Now, if I dig too deep,
I could fall in.
It’s possible I find
my true self, then,
While writing in my bed,
I’m all tucked in.

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Author: thefragrancewriter

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