It has really happened
The day has finally come
My mind is empty
And I\'ve gone numb
I can\'t think anymore
I have nothing to plead
My problems are gone
Or have I gone weak
I can no longer write
A poem of worth
I could cry to myself
Stripped of my girth
I\'ve lost my charm
Chained to my arm
I\'m finally done
My brain has run
I suppose
I\'m no longer a poet