Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
I used to have it
Now seems lost
Out with the garbage
Maybe I tossed
When I was younger
I had a ton
Lately though
I seem to have none
Courage, boldness,
Spontaneity too
Seems they all left
As if part of a coup
To get it back
Must I be stronger
Or be the one
To hold out longer
I don’t need much
To see me through
Without it though
What will I do?
April 17th
Prompt: Write a Nerve Poem
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