i am no longer engrossed
i can only take a small dose
don't try to make the most
my desire, set to coast
words don't magically appear
thoughts no longer come near
sensations, not so dear
missing out, no longer a fear
inspiration comes and goes
why? who really knows
maybe just a door, that has closed
like i said, who really knows
maybe nothing remains
YOU ARE READING
grain of sand
PoetryA Collection of thoughts and poems from the mind of a retired man. ME !!!
