Corney Press

Never surrender

to defeat

your passion

will carry you

over the rough patch

that mud bog

that huge cavern

called         BLANK

It may seem

as if you are used up

devoid of anything meaningful

but take heart

and bootstrap

chew on them

rinse with clear spring water, spit out the muddy

and soar

Let go

of the morose

dispassionate

moronic

self-loathing

it will only

block

the stream

the flow

the voice,

unwavering,

will surely

find itself

again.