It was not Loss, for I had my hands full

It was not Loss, for I had my hands full

A Poem by stephsand14

It was not Loss, for I had my hands full,

And all the Losers are lacking

It was not Time, for I had more than enough,

And the bell sung its tune each hour


It was not Worry, for under my skin

I felt nothing crawl

Nor a need for Rest, for my eyes were open

While everyone else slept


And yet, I tasted nothing,

The altars of the dead

Reminded me of lives lived -

Except mine


As if my body were emptied,

And left as a shell,

And made weightless,   

And unable to desire -


With every song that lacked meaning,

And every voice that left no sound,   

And every note that remained flat,

The distance became greater  



The death of the last muse,

A mass extinction of poets

Or even a child’s lack of imagination

Could justify an Uninspired state of mind.



© 2017 stephsand14


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Added on November 3, 2017
Last Updated on November 3, 2017
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