Nothing Left To Write

There's nothing left to write. No more textbook vocabulary to relay your state of mind. No more analogies, similes, or metaphors to convince others that your abstract thoughts could ever be compared to concrete concepts. No more iambic pentameter to give rhythm to your flat-line emotions, or play-on words to give your conscience a personality. No more diction with an optimistic connotation to give negative issues a striking charisma. Nothing. No more can be written. Leave it the way it is. Maybe someday it will grow on you.