A Writer's Woe

Lost myself in a jungle of thoughts Lay entangled amongst the vines Of hopelessness , colourful flowers, All withered away , fragrance no more, The holy river of reason , desperate Ready to cleanse the sins I did, Letting my imagination run wild Alas ! What the river is ? A polluted stream , can do little, Grey clouds warned an approaching storm, Mute emotions , now raging , let loose, The skies kept expanding Lit by the aura of evocation, I begged for peace , for tranquillity , But nay! It did not stop The wretched sins of curiousity pulled, The thirst for wisdom burnt, Its heat, not letting me rest "Explore" , it whispered , "Run wild..." "Break the chains of reason" , "Soar higher" , it bellowed, " the sky is yours" , And I believed...Eyes aglow with firmness, I took off , flew high Brushing against the pinnacle of success, Unable to grasp it, I fell...landed hard...