By Ryder J...
Blank sheets, clutching a pen in hands, I stared at them absentmindedly As midnight descends.
Words swirling & twirling, My mind is a mess. I stared & stared but not seeing.
Bedsheets crumpled, pillows gone, I have twisted & turned, But never did the feeling went away of being alone.
Her poems, bittersweet words, Whispering me to write, But my pens feel like double edged swords.
I bang my head, one two three, The world starts to sway, But words still stay away from me.
Oh look, the sky is not anymore dark, The sun is returning. Damn, I lost another night trying to write for her.