writer's block

I want to write

so deep, so profound

that when they discover my writings,

they’ll crave to read more.

and I want the world to be my muse, the keyboard to be my canvas

and let my words be the brushstrokes,

I paint my masterpiece with.

I want to write,

but someone stole all the words whoever you are, Can you return them, please?

Can you not do this to me, please?

for I no longer hear metaphors

in the wind or see poetry in leaves,

everything looks tragic again.

I know there’s something sad-

in the cars that zoom by,

or the airplanes that fly,

but my eyes don’t see anymore.

and my heart doesn’t understand

what they hide

I know I’ve been here before

This isn’t the first time

Words have left my soul

I can only hope for their return hope that they come back soon

and never leave me so hollow again

hope that they choose

to settle down,

to stay

but for now, I can only ask-

I have lost my words,

have you seen them?

-s