It's as if my quill is broken;
Mind – thoughtless,
Soul – raptureless,
Mood – breathless,
My paper - worthless.

So many friends
to be with.
Yet no friendship
to rest my head upon
in peace.
Unable to stop them
to snatch away
my bliss.

My thoughts find
not a word,
inspirations
Ill nurtured.

Oh!
how do you write
with such a
perturbed mind?