From Dusk Till Dawn
silent is my whisper
silent is my pen
silent is my wimper
should they dare
to listen in
nothing says this poem
nothing says this page
nothing says ideals
that i keep inside
my head
gone are all my feelings
gone are all my words
gone are dreams
of wonders
that are very seldom heard
barren is my cleverness
barren is my clown
barren is the poet
i always kept around
absent is the artist
absent are the claims
absent is the messenger
that bids remember
his name
missing are the phrases
missing are the verbs
missing are the verses
that made souls
to stir
away is the conscious
away with the pride
away are the love letters
somewhere locked inside
without a purpose
without a plea
without reservations
there is nothing
inside of me
zero inspiration
zero spark of light
zero taste of saddness
nothing with which
to write
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