As Darkness Closes In
“Writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all”
- Charles Bukowski
As Darkness Closes In
With the growing shadows now fading away,
a darkness slowly overtakes my world.
Perhaps it is an eclipse, a temporary thing…
or perhaps the darkness is the end of time.
I now sit alone in my lonely room
with nothing but my faded poetry
to keep me company on this ebon night
as the silence leaves a ringing in my ears.
With the oil lamp glowing on the corner of my desk
where the lines once flowed from within my heart,
I quietly sit with my quill in hand,
while staring blankly at the parchment page…
silently seeking, searching to find
the thoughts that once seeped from deep in my mind
and poured forth in wondrous words and rhymes,
but the once flowing inkwell has now run dry.
My vivid reveries have all disappeared,
slowly fading away into a dark abyss.
Perhaps it is an eclipse, a temporary thing,
or perhaps the darkness is the end of time...
November 2, 2022
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2022
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