inspiration hasn't been flowing
flowing like it should
maybe because of lacking tragedy
that makes my inspiration good
it's kind of ironic
how such a great talent
can come from so many ways of pain
it's quite sardonic
the hidden meanings inside my words
like the sound of a reflective image
taking my life
or a born true sorrower
denying anything about strife
a flowing inspiration
that has suddenly been blocked
where have all my words gone?
my words have suddenly stopped
good poem