The Poet Who No Longer Writes

There was once a girl who wrote obsessively,
Painting strokes of words on paper,
Using her palette of emotions.

But somehow, one cruel night,
Everything she had to say turned to dust.
And she turned to emptiness, to silence.

Maybe you could say that
Grief and regret filled her up so much,
Until there was no space left for words.

And the sky darkened above her
As she became a poet who no longer writes.