Dull Poet

Blankets by the dark As if mind tangled by shadow The unusual day for an unusual poet Stuck in hibernating her inspirations hatching Painting through the empty space Word floats, puzzles, scrambles This time crepuscle made her day But not as easy as it looks Lack of intensity Her mind turned in dull She longs for the warm of verses But the stupidity may seize all her freedom to write Becoming a dull poet is not an option But sometimes a blurry mind may lead some stories Even for the dull itself Even for the stupidity of the poet herself