Less To Say

When the dawn of age lost its magic, A silent despair crept through my skin. It crept through and pierced my soul With the pang of bitter remembrance. Teasing me with memories of vibrancy, It steals away in the night, Leaving me with less to say. Gone are the days when ideas flowed through me Like a youth’s laughter in the rain. More and more , I wake to the numbness. I strive harder and harder to be heard, Only to find I have less to say.