Gone are the days of scribbling endless poems and prose
Gone are the days of giving birth to my existing life traumas
Gone are the days of giving wings to fly for all the pain and chaos that are held captive in my head
Gone are the days of giving life to all the words that made my heart bleed
Gone are the days of giving birth to masterpieces borne out of tragedies that life throws at me
A piece of me has died and I don't know who I am anymore without it
Dark times, my friend...
