when words ran out in my mind
i had no job but just mind my business
for once my brain was free from the busyness thinking
i didnt know my talent was sinking
but i spent my entire time thinking
trying to be creative and atleast revive my passion
but days passed on
i didn't write

from left to right
fellow poets frowned with hunger
but all they got was the wrath of my anger
words had drained
i was about to be ruined
i could nolonger write
words were playind hide and seek

after long spell of silence i decided to seek
for help in books and art
to they father at heaven i prayed
give me back words
bring back poetry

  (dedication to all poets and poetry lovers )
[return of the poet]