The Curse
Darkness hovers in the mind
Flashes of vague thoughts haunt your day and night
So many ideas in the form of dark shapeless shadows
Trying so hard to make sense of them only to fail
With every step you make towards them they fade deeper into darkness
No sign of light, no sign of joy yet you keep the faith
Your muse, your inspiration all lost in the passage of time
You wonder what went wrong; you wonder how you got here
Every passing minute haunts you as they turn into days, weeks
Of great thoughts but meaningless words on beautiful paper
Paper, ink and a your vision now mortal enemies
Shut out from the only world you know
Unable to speak yet you have a message to be heard
Sight of ink, paper and the night lamp
Now constant reminders of a voiceless poet
Once great, now no more as they speak of you in past tense
This is the curse of a poet
Copyright © Chris Edwin Matema | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment