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I'm newly returned home
And while away
I felt so super eh
I felt like I could fly
And the only cry
That I'd let loose
Would be but one
To free the goodly beasts
Of gooder words
And reach the mountains tall
That I seek to climb
Each goodly day

 But I ain't got none of that now
I'm like totally empty
And can barely write a thing
At least in the way
When I was away

 I'll never fail to write
As I haven't failed
In the writer's act
Since a distant May
All those years ago 
This very day

 And only twenty others
Before that final when
I didn't care to write
Because I always have the time
Even if it's only for
Five minutes here
Or ten minutes there
Though it's always longer
Because that's what my life allows
And oh but how I use it

 Just not today
As I've barely hardly writ
And what I did was shit
Save for this 
I dare to say
Because I feel the flow
Ain't writing slow
Like I was before
And wish I had much more
That's time of course
But I don't
And there's no turning back
To find what was lost
And make good use of it

 Not that any of this
Is your concern
I have to once more learn
How to go about my day
Totally normal eh
As I no longer have 
The feeling of the power
That I surely had 
For those three good weeks
That I was away from here
And it feels clear to me
That I've lost it yes

 I'm newly returned home
A shell of myself
As the hard writer's drive
I needed to survive
The long and lengthy quest
That I've been on
Since the first of May
Has slipped away
Though I'm sure to find it again
It won't be today
And I have to take the hit
Of writing so damn little
I look and wonder how
I ever wrote so much

 Newly home
And stripped of my power
No goodly hour
That I can rule
But it was cool
To have that flowing out
Without no doubt
That it would be
The way I wanted 
And I'm still haunted
By its loss

 But mark it in your memory
That I'll be back
Not the Super 
That I just was
But a goodly hero yes nonetheless
As I'll still have my success
Of a successful quest
As I still hear the call to a million
It just won't be as easily reached
That I thought it'd be
Just a day ago
Just so you know
Because I feel that you should
As we are good
Yes good that way

 Charles Petrie

Date
09-18-19

Time 
16:57-17:57=60

Word Count
455

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