she’d found inspiration once, along
the riverwalk. moved here to be closer to it.
three years later, inspiration left her,
as well as job satisfaction, direction, the man
she loved and her older brother. gone. as
though she’d never known them.
she walked along the river, despaired,
exhausted, casting angry glances at the water
reflecting the world she passed.
It's sadder than my own writing. Though I appreciate the conciseness.
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