Feeling strange,
Long time, no writing,
becoming helpless,
like that sparrow without wings..

I used to write daily,
Of short poems and stories,
But as the exams draw closer,
All I get is miseries..

Taking a look at my past write-ups,
shining like copper wire,
Even though sad,
My lost ability I admire..

Starring at blank paper,
As pathetic as a worn out tyre,
When a thought hits,
Is it finally time to retire?..



Tags: Loss, Retirement

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