No poem

Inspiration escapes me,
The muse, frightened at the sight of me runs away,
I don’t know what to do,
I panic!
My poem is not a poem,
It’s just a thought.
Maybe sex,
Maybe love . . . No!
Maybe blood,
Maybe death . . . Yes!
Death?

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