Once used to be among my kith and kin
But what went wrong within I know not
All bade adieu leavin' me in deafening din .
Words I took pride in now pull a face so wry
Called in a question I'm and my fingers waver
Unable to write ,my heart sighs to get arid dry
I'm all ears in vain , for the Muses voice quaver.
Words, once filled me with pure joy and elation
Look contrite, suffering from being meaningless
Miserable, I keep missing that power of creation.
Oh this silent scream of mine ! I'm in nothingness !
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