I stand alone in darkness
Stumps of ghostly words appear
Brushing on my imagination
Their emptiness betrayed
By their lack of emotions
The desolate state of my mind confirmed
The empty pages of my imagination exposed
The hollow shell of my heart uncovered
No ink to paint my sorrow
No words to express my pain
Poetry has deserted me
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I like this poem. I think every poet has expressed a version of this experience in an equally dramatic way... Even when abandoned, the poetic force of your pen remains in play! :)