Why can I no longer write?
The words I no longer find them at my side
All the emotions and all the sights
Try as I might, unable am I
To put in beautiful black & white
The grip on my pen is tight
And my will I’m sure is quite alright
But the words no longer fly
My hand flowing with movement I can no longer find
No longer am I able to describe
The bright stars in the dark sky
But by the time I finish this line
I will have realized
That I have written this partially clever rhyme
And the elusive words were always fine
Simply tucked away somewhere inside
Waiting for just the right time
To let me know that they are always mine
Now if only I knew where to search when they hide.
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