The bell that rings at midnight makes us weep
and taints the tears that fall upon the page.
It mocks the lost ideas we fail to keep,
and clouds our dreams with caustic camouflage.
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Superb write, with great choice of words that highlights every poets search for inspiration!
Thanks Hazel. It's a dilemma we all face, all too often.