No Longer a Writer
Then one day, everything stopped
She no longer cared for things
Her vitality just dropped,
She no longer spread her wings.
Detaching herself from poems
Hundreds left unedited
Papers filled with dooms
The writer's dream forfeited.
Gone is her ultimate dream,
Gone are visions she wager
She once battled- made a name
Now vanished into thin air.
Her pen no longer bleeding,
Her thoughts no longer written
People were left wondering
Why she is no longer seen.
Her fave coffee turned so cold
Her fave books dusty, unread
Her stories remain untold
She finally succumbed- dead.
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