Days and nights rolled by,
Emptiness retched my soul with great anguish.
I am lost.
Every heartbeat brings sorrow and pain.
Why can’t I write?
Stories and characters came in inaudible whispers,
I can’t hear thy voice.
Night came within a blink of the eye.
With great determination,
I stared at the empty papers, ink in hand
I must write tonight.
Minutes rolled by,
I heard the voice clearly.