This dark well soul, depleted, desert dry, having nothing to write of, and nowhere to write from. The world moves on, as his pen sets, silent, and still, waiting, for another poem, waiting, for another poet, to admire, and then forget.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry βMusing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2β and βAn Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing βboth available on Amazon