Falling Through Unseen Cracks

As my rusty hinged mind door finally does open, I see the letters of my words descend and disappear, My hand still writes gripping pen so gently to paper, The tip swirls in familiar circles yet no ink flows, Life blood of my thoughts gone and too late to see, I would speak them but my tongue is caught in a claw, A paw so soft on chin at first I dared to trust it, So goes forgone days of furry feelings and kitten love, If I can think it why is it now I can't write it, This hidden thing holds my imagination in quiet limbo, Expressions leap from my brain only to suffocate into nothingness, What is this hell that burns words with such invisible disdain, Now this poet remembers the last poem he wrote as his first, I'll offer one more if you come close and look into my eyes, Hurry fast for when eyelids close it will be my last, Still, you would have read the entire essence of my poetic spirit. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R. "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn