The Death of Imagination

Without the lyrics on my lips

My soul is a silent song.

Without the pictures in my mind

My life is a blank canvas.

Without the words in my heart

My world is an empty page.

It's all been forgotten,

Oh, what I'd do to get them back.

Soon I will be rotten,

All thank to what I now lack.

Creativity and imagination,

Gone without a trace.

Soon the disease will rule the nation,

Taking the earth place by place.

Reviews

[Meliss@k]

It’s interesting- a few of the poems you and I have written are very similar; but one is more dark and one is more light. I’m enjoying reading your version of similar poems that I have.

This poem reminds me of one I wrote within the past few months called “Reality”

[Misha Saad]

Loved how it ended . And is something very nice that I’ll love to reread . Well chosen words !

[fresnikson]

Yikes, probably anyone's worst nightmare.
Beautiful poem, it's fun how you play with the sentences and the meanings. Tells exactly what no one wants to experience. ;) It's well written too, some might say it's professional :) Either way, I really like it.
Cheers!

[goldenscar__]

this world can't go on without imagination.. The idea of such world makes me shiver

[angel]

What a frightening thought,
What a bleak world this would be, following the death of Imagination! Her sister,Inspiration, would not, I think, languish long without her.
A well written horror tale for writers!