They seeped and creeped into my bones
Over several nights days weeks I don't remember
Crawling slithering they grasped my heart
Stole my brain and wrung it all out
Dry of all ideas of all juices of all sentiment
I am no longer sentient it stole everything
They stole everything I can't write the poems anymore
The rhymes I haven't worked out added up created
Dreamt of I don't think I'm a poet anymore
It was robbed of me and now all I have is a jumble
Of letters I try and straighten out into words
Don't leave me letters, don't leave me
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Tangled letters so fitting a title. A metaphor well painted in words stolen by thieves insidious invasion. When the muse is taken and only remnants of letters are left. A fave
Thank you! I got worried the title could be too tough to decipher so I'm glad to see this is not the case. Thanks again for reading!
Most welcome
Well written.
Thank you!
🥷, this takes me to those moments where the words just won’t come…where something that used to flow suddenly feels blocked or taken. That kind of silence can be loud in its own way, and you captured that. Really well done, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for reading and understanding
This is really nicely written. The battle of the poetic inspiration. Nicely done.
Thank you!
You are very welcome. You are an exceptional writer.
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