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