When the poetry dies #Poetry

I broke down and cried
The day my pen stopped and died
I broke down in ever present sadness
The day my writing was trapped in madness
I broke down in lost confusion
The day my ideas were just an illusion
I broke down in tormented pain
The day my words were washed away by rain
I broke down in flowing tears
The day my thoughts were consumed by fears
I broke down in a confused insanity
The day my mind escaped its sanity
I broke down and wanted to be dead
The day my poetic soul was empty in my head
I broke down, screamed and cried
The day my poetry left me and died

-VishalDutia