The never-ending story
Has ended
And I am left in silence
Twisting, turning – into the
Emptiness of my mind
Silence is not golden
It is hell – no poetry tail
It’s like the end of the world
It was unpredictable
I never saw it coming
I hoped it never would
I never thought it could
But it did
Dreams and fantasies
Of what could have been
Pages unfinished
The pain of a tormented heart
When the words stop
No Inspiration
Only dull, dark, deep and empty
Lives here
No Inspiration
I am already half dead
It’s only hide-and-seek. The little devil is quite fond of that. Besides, half dead is still half alive. Your thoughts will out.
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Thank you, and I hope you are right!
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