The rains stopped
I gazed at the world outside
It's a mess
I dropped my pen
I crumpled my paper
And crumpled another one
For there are no poems to write now
There are no words to feed on
- a poet's dilemma
The rain stopped
And the cynical people swiftly scattered
Out from their temporary shelters they cam
Longing for home
Longing for sleep
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
The rains stopped
I gazed at the world outside
It's a mess
I dropped my pen
I crumpled my paper
And crumpled another one
For there are no poems to write now
There are no words to feed on
- a poet's dilemma
The rain stopped
And the cynical people swiftly scattered
Out from their temporary shelters they cam
Longing for home
Longing for sleep
