The words escape me
when I try writing them down
as if the art of poetry
has become a dead language to me

My inspiration
gone out like a light
leaving me alone
in the dark of night

My creativity
slipped out of my grasp
faded away
into the distance

I cry out into the shadows
begging for help
to restore to me my muse
to turn on the light

But my cries are mute
gone unheard
as silence takes over

So i can never write another word