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Move Me Poetry

Pouring Gasoline

Inspired Poetry

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I bite into a tasteless apple.
It is penance for my past days of gluttony,
still, I feel bland and uninspired.

I beg for the ocean to swallow me,
then throw me back to familiar ground
terra firma
It might bring forth words flowing
into the shallow end of my brain.

Fuel for the fire
that used to stir in my soul.
Now I am cold
like the rain-soaked earth.
My flame
has turned to ashes,
and I needlessly pour gasoline
on nothingness
creating a lethal cocktail
for destruction,
when a good night’s sleep
might be the most restorative potion
to perform some magical inspiration.

© Connie Song 2022. All Rights Reserved.



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Connie Song

Connie Song


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