The End
I write for no one,
my hand is clenched tightly now;
there is no more try.
Pages white with invisible ink,
no thought,
no words - just emptiness,
world filled with stagnant air,
void of passion,
void of purpose...
void of a writer.
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2015
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