For lack of things to say or show . . .

poetry tells me
to define life I cannot do
and the pen hurts as I grip it's solid body
cold it was left aside.
Gibberish people call it I do
insanity is genius others say
I say you don't care.
incantational inspirational speeches
mystifies senses I don't possess.
I ask why me
I suffer with stoppered ink.

designed by viktor and rolf, poem by me, image from fnart.org