Reborn...
It's been a while, time, space, distance, They have all left me in a trance, I somehow lost my wit, My heart left me in a splint Am empty, poetry I don't wanna taint So I'll just be brief You see, It's all coming back to me, I was, yes, I used to be flawless in writing I had my inspiration, the best of me My sixth sense, but, with a name At whose sight my heart flattered ...and hummed to a stop if I forgot to breath. Everything was magnified then; the wit in me, the artist in me... My fingers always itched to pen As though I had swallowed Thesaurus then he left... and all came to a standstill till today... I think am finding myself again, ...or losing myself. Am back... my own inspiration