Sitting with friends,

introspecting silently;

Listening to them,

but only intermittently.

I have lost my courage or will to talk,

Unable to move unable to walk,

Wherever I go,

I carry a shadow of loneliness;

Everything in the world,

seems trivial and pointless.

This phase in my life is giving me the blues;

My friends tell me I need a new muse.

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