by Donna Carroll Batton

Created on: August 23, 2010

                                                Poet Burnout

I am muddled and befuddled

And it’s really nothing subtle

My brain power has gone sour

It gets dimmer by the hour

My consensus is pretenses

Will not help my mental denseness

I think maybe writing daily

Has made me all weak and paley

Will it turn out if I churn out

Or quite simply will I burn out

I must rest now in my quest now

‘cause it’s simply not my best now

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