Black Birds -- Diminished Hexaverse

Written by: deb radke

If I could but find
Blessed muse again,
I know I could write
A lovely poem, then
My soul, free ascend.

But now I’m locked,
Filled with stale thoughts,
Rife with old fears;
Bitter, cold tears.

How can I
Begin, try
To get by.

No words;
Black birds

Fly.