Ugh

I don't like it when my creative energy is sporadic and blocked. Maybe I'm not a writer after all. Maybe I've even lied to myself about a few other things, too. So strange when your logic tells you one thing, but your heart tells you another.....even my haikus are awful. I. Old ghosts haunt me still, I want an exorcism, But no one can help. II. My mind cannot rest Until my heart finds its life But I rule alone. III. I can see clearly But my heart still won't open I am incomplete. IV. These haikus bore me, But how else can I say things? I will shut my mouth. V. Funny how at times My imaginations strays, Reality sucks. Well at least I know now that my fate sealed. There is to be No kingdom for me after all. I'm not a gypsy queen. I'm a freelance charlatan, selling tinctures at the kingdom gates ---and I'm ok with that. So at the end of my days of wandering aimlessly, I've nothing to do but lean against its walls and sit quietly until the darkness comes. My kingdom is long gone, burned to the ground with neglect, its jewels foraged by thieves who ran into the woods long ago. LTG