No Inspiration 

​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 

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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