A writer dies when
It can no longer hear
The whispers of crashing waves
The melody in drops of rain
The screaming words of a silent night
The fluttering of caged birds in sight
The burble of rivers wrapped in blood
The trickling tears of unspoken words

When the heart feels numb
The soul has died
How can a writer, write it's plight
For darkness has crippled every emotion
Feelings don't flow from heart to mind
© Rreena Sharma