Not My Usual
My creative peak has done just that
and today my thoughts run thin. Like living
in the Great Depression, I'm struggling.
Today is my own personal Black Tuesday.
I'm not sure what I usually write about,
but I know this isn't it. It's kind of sad.
Seventeen and my mind's already blank.
Looks like I'm down for the count,
will I ever make it back to my feet?