I buried my poems in the coffin of cessation
While the fire of my shadowed verses echoed in suspension
I wraped my torso with a world of consoling lies
While the nib of my pen dashed into a trench of infinite sighs

A willow inundated with tears stood wilted in the fall
while elegies rained in the leafs, sobs reverberate and appal
A parched desert in the blood red ocean with sands of sonnets
Death is inevitable in this grave of myths of the ogre and blue bonnets

I bade adieu to the paper boats that sunk in the rain of epitaphs
Mountains of nothingness surround the hallow of my dark mutiny staff
Untied shoelaces blockade the run through the book of my pages
While the sunlight faded, like the smile of workers without wages
-Blazing_an

Pov: Writer's block