I wanted to write something
just for the sake of writing it.
Just to know I haven’t lost it
Just to know there are at least
words still living on the inside
It was all meaningless,
a little too much
too insignificant
too loud but quiet at the same time
It was a canvas left blank after hours of work
A song played on a guitar without strings
It was a sea without a drop of salt
Just a broken mirror from which
nothing stared back.
Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis