Wordless days
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?





DAMMIT....
hahaha, you nailed it brother, this was the intended meaning for the "literal cave". so that's how its done. NICE!
Press on.
Loco
I'm glad I could pen it well... Keep inspiring me and I'll keep on delighting you.
It's a deal...
ME