I’m out of ideas.
Lines that used to flow with ease now shrivel up in the desert that is my mind.
I wish I could participate and join in this beautiful fray.
I hope some day I come back and with open arms you’ll greet me.
But until then I’ll bid adieu and put down my pen completely.
I may be back tomorrow or in a day or two
I may be bcack after years have passed
Poetry you have given me so much release and closure
I owe you my life and my sanity.
Thank you dear poetry.