It doesn't matter how hard I try
I can reach down in my soul and wring out my mind
I can't seem to find the right words to use
I can't express anything anymore
My writing is shot
My creativity is a lie
My fountain of inspiration has run itself dry
And his memory does more harm than good
One day I'm fine
The next day I wish for things that can't be real
His heart is hollow right now
And my mind is drawing a blank
Together we could revive one another
But there are too many things between us right now
And late night walks don't do anything for me anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem