I wish I could resume nomarlcy
I have lost my touch
My sense of feel
The ability to heal
What happened to my creativity
How I could shape pots like a Potter
How I ordained magic like Harry Potter
Today I am empty
Toxic levels of acidity
Have definitely eroded a dream
And Left nothing.
Not even a brink of cream
Not even a piece of cheese
Is it because of Covid 19
Or because I stopped writing
May be I am stressed out
And my thoughts are all in doubt
I have lost my confidence
and may be my defense
©diabetic
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