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I’ve lost my superpower –
of wordplay
It’s abandoned me and left me choking on vacant letters,
Stealing my brand of “wordsmith”
And
Labeling me simply as a lack-luster charlatan.

I’m vomiting synonyms
And
I’m tripping on definitions
In ways that I never have stumbled before.

This chasm –
This deep, empty, aching grave in my soul
Is screaming and pleading and gasping and trembling
To reconstitute this dried up talent
In the light of my ever-present denial of tragedy.

Once a zealot,
Always an addict;

You see, I yearn
to do nothing more than to load a syringe with ripe syllables,
drawing their saccharine verbiage from my veins to spill them into
a blank college rule lined notebook, just so I can prove that I can still feel.

BUT I JUST CAN’T

So instead, I’ll have to settle
For a thrashing tongue and chattering teeth,
Always biting back realities laced with syrupy venom
In favor of spitting out lies coated in bitter irony.