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Stuck!
 
Such thoughts I had!
Amazing ideas!
But soon I was reduced to tears.

There, in the cabin,
so poorly equipped,
I had sprained my ankle
when I carelessly slipped.

Stuck on the floor
and the fire almost out.
Not another soul for miles
should I scream or yell or shout.

Inspiration struck me
just as the sun was set.
I needed to pen it in my book
lest I quickly should forget.

I tried to reach the kitchen
to fetch my old brief case,
dragging myself along,
making a snail's pace.

Eventually I made it
but all was becoming dark.
I tried to light a candle
but the matches gave no spark.

The ultimate of frustration
my phone was out of charge,
my ankle aching like bee stings,
it was swelling to horribly large.

All I could do was sit there
and feel inspiration drain.
Had I been able to write my thoughts,
it surely would ease the pain!

So mad at myself for clumsiness
and for being so stupid to come.
I'd have to wait for the rising sun;
how could I be so dumb?

Never, never again!








By cherryk

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