by Westley Nash
I just can't write like I used to,
now that my heart has struck numb!
Suffered so much grief that it lost its tongue.
No will for it to speak, no urge to ever express.
Keeping to itself and concealing the distress.
Tired and exhausted the power quickly fades,
barely enough to keep myself breathing each day.
A pen full of ink but empty of all it's meaning.
A page owning promise, yet sold of all its feeling...