His clock has stopped for some days
and he is not interested of time.
But the time is passing
and he is not worried.
His room is full of incomplete writing papers
but the book is not finished yet
and the publisher's advance has spent.
The spirits evaporated and the empty bottles
rolled here and there.
He writes and erase then spill again
but the spineless characters
won't stay any longer in his book.
and they all run away.
He heard the siren of an ambulance
and the scholar takes for Schizophrenia?
Maybe he will be able to finish the book from the mental hospital. that's the best place to be, to write a book. I speak from experience
A very stark picture, powerful and overwhelmingly sad. This poor man's world lies in ruins about him. Who can put it back together again? Fine work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
Nimal...well done.You've captured this very well taking the reader on a gentle ride with you. TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fine poem, with an unexpected ending which surprises. I also love your title and particularly the words 'the spineless characters won't stay any longer in his book and they run away'. You are a fine storyteller Nimal. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx