Like a fish out of water
My prayers are to deaf ears
What I fear the most came true
I released fears from my fears.
Inspiration, mine hid underground
Visited by death and there it decided to stay.
My poetry book withered on a dusty shelf
From silence and neglect all the way.
Goodbye, farewell, auf wiedersehen
My frozen mind flocks around its own kind
The rest of my life so void from Zen
And depleted the essence of my poetic mind.
To find my strength to fish for two more
Perfection needs fourteen; it's a difficult chore.
March 7,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
Rev Nov 11th 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem