15:39

Won’t Write Anymore

The tip of my pencil used to break
And I would sharpen it,
The ink of my pen used to dry out
And I would replace it,
The lined sheet of paper used to fill out
And I would turn the page,
The blank sheet of paper used to finish
And I would grab some more,
But not today,
Not anymore,
The pencil is sharp,
The ink is not dry,
The lined paper is empty,
The blank paper is in the box,
But never will I scribble –
A letter,
Or a word,
Or even a sentence,
Or a mind’s paragraph,
Or a heart’s essay,
The pencil is still sharp,
The ink is still not dry,
The lined paper is still empty,
The blank paper is still in the box.


Thursday, 20th of August 2015