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My brain, like a frustrated light bulb

Is a filament, constantly in need of a current

To make it spark imagination, I flip a switch

Let it glow for hours, until at last, it burns out

Try to tap it, hoping for the light to return

For the spark to, once again, kindle my thoughts

Regeneration, as the cycle begins again




April Writing Prompt:  Filaments of frustration – Day 8/30

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