Empty

And finally the words stopped
and the feelings vanished like smoke
and I was left alone with only myself
again
…and the bitter scent of inspiration lost
No words to write
but even if there were
no strength left to force them on the page
Words should never be forced anyway
And I feel nothing
for the heartbreaking anguish of the empty page
Which even now stares at me with hope
and silently cries out to be filled
Like my heart

I used to write poetry and feel every word
they reached out like hands to wring my tear stained heart
Until it was dry
so that now I have nothing left
Because I've given it all to you
And you didn’t even care
Enough to read them

And now I sit here
with this incessant need to create
Chasing hopelessly after words
That dance always beyond my reach
and arise from emotions
I only wished I felt