The Pen Falls Silent.

 

The pen falls silent at

my touch, paper drifts

towards the floor,

and words, those windows

to the soul desert

this useless fool.

Reluctant lies the wastrel 

pen, the paper left unloved.

And I just sit impotent yet,

an empty vessel stilled.

© sweetwater 2020
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Ifyouplease

very good!

Supratik

“Reluctant lies the wastrel

pen,” ! Excellent!
Supratik

Griffonner

Short, concise, but filled with all those sensations that writers experience (although someone once told me that you shouldn’t have ‘writer’s block’ – little do they know!) 🙂

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