I Lost My Words, Now the Poem Can’t Come

I Lost My Words, Now the Poem Can’t Come

I lost my words, they slipped away,

Like whispers fading into day.

The rhythm stalled, the rhyme fell still,

A quiet ache I can’t fulfill.

The thoughts that once would freely flow,

Now hide in shadows, soft and low.

The page, once bright, now blank and bare,

A silence hangs in empty air.

I search for sparks, for light, for sound,

But in the stillness, none are found.

The lines I held, they slip and fall,

And I, the poet, lose it all.

I lost my words, the poem’s gone,

A fleeting thought that once shone on.

I’ll wait, though time may come and go—

For when it’s right, the words will flow.

But in the quiet, something stirs,

A spark, a flicker, soft as fur.

The silence speaks, though faint at first,

And from it rises, the verse I thirst.