A Wordless Sky

If I don't write, I'm doomed to die and lie beneath a wordless sky A silent corpse, unseen, unheard alive yet dead- is that absurd? If rhymes don't paint a rainbow hue and lines don't tempt with taste of dew If words can't clothe just what I feel this thing called life must not be real Without a dose of poetry what will become of you and me? Just members of the walking dead, we march each one with empty head A lifeless, joyless, hopeless mass who try to make the hours pass Without the ecstasy of rhyme to be alive is just a crime For life without the words I write is dull and drear, like starless night Like endless, tortured misery is life without my poetry Eileen Manassian