Right now writing on this blank page,
Fills me up with emotion rage,
Uncanny feeling seems to never retard,
Good thoughts and rapport slowly growing hard,
The emptiness snot has started to pile,
Sorrow on my face and artificial smile,
And so I moved my hand with much pain,
Hoping to writing a few words again,
My mind shrinking with a million stains,
Cutting like a glass driving me insane,
Possession of my talents is no more mine,
Where is that knowledge; that heavenly shine?
Poppycock is what my lines sound,
It’s no more the days when people gathered around,
Well I remember the time when all was right,
When my dreams were calling and my world was bright,
Each word and each blink of an eye,
Brought poetry to me like it’ll never die,
Oh God! I have become into a forgotten track,
Love thoughts feelings happiness all that had mattered,
I’ve lost them all and in pieces they are scattered,
I knew someday it had to be de capo,
And that same day it shall once again echo
