How do you write the words, as before,
when all of your words are no more?
Words which sprang to paper, easily
because, as if, they would never be,
an anti-thesis of a once, creative mind
which spills globules of words, most unkind.
I long now, for those days so galore,
which have become nothing and are no more.
I think you still have it.
Thank you, my friend. I have been struggling of late, although I must admit I have written a lot of stuff which I haven't posted. Need more time.