Incandescence Incarnate

My creativity; where have you gone?

I cannot seem

To find you,

But when all is said and done,

You are like

A flicker, a bright but quivering flame;

My incandescent halo,

Which shys from me in shame.

I cannot try too hard, to capture

Your pure light,

I'll strain my eyes and rupture

The power to keep my sight. 

My head is oh so weary,

Waiting for your

Return.

Will you help relieve me,

Or let my spirit burn?

The End

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