Poetry stopped flooding through my veins
The words stopped circling around my brain
I stopped feeling

You can only write If you feel it
Feel those words
Feel every bit of the things you say
Feel the meaning of it by heart

But I stopped feeling long ago
My hand dropped the pen
My mind turned grey and white
Sometimes even black
Like a black hole that sucks me into its darkness and shatters me to pieces

Oh to get these thoughts back that would put life in my soul and color in my world
Oh to get my words back, which were so powerful to express the deepest things inside of me
But what's left inside of me now?
Nothingness

There can't come anything out of nothing