Lonely, lonely
Is the art
That casts its lantern
In the dark
Of a burdened mind
Not giving way
To the inspired, joyful
Spark to make.
Lonely, lonely
Ideas die
To burdened minds
Refusing life
To art that feeds
The mind depraved;
A dimly lit
Creative grave.
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Liberty Jensen • Writer
Liberty is a donations manager, finance student, and full-time drinker of coffee. She enjoys poetry, her cats, and spending time with her husband.
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