I used to draw Inspiration
From being unhappy,
Derive Exultation from despair.
A twisted mind
Can turn you blind
Just as you stare into the essence of life.
And then,
To your relief,
Consciousness returns to your appeased self.
After all,
Life is merely made of slips and trips.
But then poetry is no longer available
To your hungry fingertips.
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