I sit pen in hand but the words have left my mind
No longer can I pen the words about things that I have seen
I cannot find a reason for the blankness in my soul
The words have gone, no longer flow, my mind an empty hole
Where has gone the inspiration? The imaginative sharp mind
Where has gone the urge to sit and write?
The words that can open eyes
No, no, no. The words have gone my pen has stilled the ink no longer flows
The last chapter has been written......The book has now been closed...