No Inspiration Poem by abbas abubakar

Last night
My itching fingers could not be
I sat by my crying ink
Tossing long gazes at candle flames
Grappling on my thoughts
But I could not find my mind

I rose again
Still searching my mind
In a synchronic chant with crickets
Emptiness kept smiling at my thoughts
I tiptoed the corners of darkness
Gathering winds of inspiration
The wind yet moistened not my pen

Long enough on dry leaves
Dissapointed by the moon
That left my pen in lonliness
I went back
And wrote a poem
NO INSPIRATION