Elegy In Verse

A Broken Pen

A Broken Pen

A broken pen, once cherished by a revered poet,
Crafting enduring masterpieces, never to forget.
An artist painting with sublime words divine,
On the canvas of his restless, wandering mind.

Breathing life into art's very soul,
Defying limits, crafting love's scroll.
Each stroke of his pen, a vibrant dance,
Weaving tales of passion, circumstance.

Yet fate intervened as a stealthy thief,
Casting shadows, stealing his belief.
Blinded by a light too harsh to withstand,
His vision dimmed, dreams turned to sand.

His pen, once mighty, now torn and worn,
An expression's vessel, fractured and thorned.
The poet adorned in artistic grace,
Now adrift, in a void, a displaced place.

Colors of his art fade, blurred and bound,
Craft essence ebbs, slowly unwound.
The soul of art disperses with despair,
Leaving emptiness, a silent, barren lair.

Yet within his broken pen's shattered core,
Lies a spark of hope, waiting to soar.
For an artist's spirit can't be confined,
In darkness, it seeks to unwind.

With each stroke of resilience, he'll find a way,
Revive his art, rekindle the creative sway.
A broken pen can still its essence convey,
Inspiring anew, expressing without delay.

Though the path is rough and future unclear,
The poet's spirit endures, without fear.
From the pen's fragments, a masterpiece shall ascend,
An anthem of resilience, a saga with no end.