What has silenced me?
It is not death...
although it laughs at me
from time to time.
Rhymes will not come
from idea anymore.
The mind is barren of thought
and I am lonely without words.
Letters are lost as I struggle
with a grey mist
and a half hidden moon.
I am sentenced to a night
devoid of stars.
i love the way u express the emotions and every words that u choose so strong very nice poem
I'm sure your misty nights with half a moon will turn as your creative mind has a rest, your barren poem is a delight in itself...I'll give you devoid of stars...regards
No void here Sally, the sparks are still there - great little write. We all suffer writers block, and it leaves us wondering if inspiration will ever return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Damn! Shanked by your muse! Nice.
Thanks for your interest, James.Much appreciated