Writer's Whispers

The colour around me is starting to get dimmer

Please dear poets,

Tell me what a love poet is

When he's falling out of love.

)))

Tell me what I am,

When my motivation to write

Is drying up

Right before my eyes.

)))

What

Am

I

Now?

When the only thing I enjoyed

Writing about

Is now beyond

My abandoned hand's reach.

)))

I don't necessarily care

Where it comes from,

My brain thinking of her

Or my heart making talking to her

An exciting occurrence.

)))

I just want to feel it

Again.

A certain vulnerability

In my heart when her name

Is called.

I just want to feel,

My cheeks, face begin

To burn when my feelings

Are revealed.

)))

But I can't.

I can't write about the one thing

That used to give my life meaning

And my poems some truth.

)))

Please dear poets,

Tell me what a love poet is

When he's falling out of love.