The Sudden Death Of A Writer's Skills Poem by kemurl fofanah

Waking up one dreadful morn
Emptiness ransacking you
No verses left to recite
Ink dried, pen barren
The mind cannot grip its thoughts
Stories floating about
But your skills had divorced you
You are drowning
You can't catch the sail
You gasp for life
Resuscitating with colleagues
But your lifeline is amiss
For your talents are gone
Nothing to feed from
Even your eyes keep blinking,
And your sense reject to spell
You wail with stress,
You pretend,
But nothing can be done
You are dead writer!
You just died suddenly