The Dead Writer
Date: Tuesday, 7th June 2011 @ 01:39:58 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: theurbanpoet

I once thought a poem could stir a man's soul,
Take a man to the sky, take another into a hole.

I once thought a poem could make a blind man see clear,
Cure a man of a broken heart, make a deaf man hear.

I once thought a poem could speak for a troubled brain,
Talk a man from the edge of a cliff, drive another insane,

But now my brain is empty, now my brain is numb,
I'm searching in the depths of my soul, but the words will not come,

I now think a poem is just recycled words, everything has been said,
As I put down my pen, I hang my empty head.

I now think the pen is a sword, but I am no fighter,
Yours sincerely, The Dead Writer.

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