Stale Thoughts Poem by Pita Nuba

I left my pen to rust
Everything left even my thoughts
I have been lost
My fingers thick with rot
My mind caked with mud
Lines refused me her rhyme
I dared to ridicule her rhythm
Look at me now in despair
Quills broke and I failed to repair
I can't do this anymore
Like a coward let me run

Don't beg for me holy one
Never knew the gift was only one
Write poems and seduce the mind
But I failed in my duty to man

I should therefore seek redemption?
Pray and fast for my salvation?
But in this clime, by this river, do I have time?

I'll pray.