Some days
Are like today
When the hours are paused
The clouds are frozen
The air is stale
N the lights are dim
Such days I search for poetry
My gazes are long
My words are shut
My emotions heightened
Gone are the days
Of endless poetry
Days once dreaded
Now welcoming.
Its 11.27 pm
I wish to be born
again
As a poet
So my words shall be freed
And emotions addressed
