It was not Loss, for I had my hands fullA Poem by stephsand14It 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 Tags: poem, poetry, poet, uninspired Author
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