y words are crying because my soul is dying. Please help my words why ate they crying? 

Teach them about a story called smiling, make my words speak understand why they crying.

My pen is lost literally fighting, the letters are not thinking lost and fighting. 

My poetry poem book is suffocating an crying, my hands won't write arthritis writing. 

The lines in my poem book are crippling and breaking, my pens ink won't let my imagination amaze it.

Letters scrambled up whilst words stand there and starve, memories feeling lost slowly fading away to somewhere in the dark.

My pens shattered it hasn't spoken it try's to get up but it drops. Every word makes no sense! The letters were lost somewhere in my head.

The poem would not speak whisper or dream, lost in the mist running away from the winds. Searching and screaming but the pen has no ink.

The poem book felt sick every word lost it's dream. I looked and I wonder'd Listened cause I was broken.

Shackled in a padded cell the smell was bad! But the silence will make you go mad.

I couldn't write I had a block every letter seemed to have stopped. My poem book was starving my poetry was hungry.

My thoughts were patiently waiting for my pen to start creating words that would sound amazing. 

Poetry so deep the meaning was hidden somewhere underneath the ink. 

JidosReality 8.6.14