Stolen Art

I awoke empty and uncertain
Of the words-
the lies
behind the curtain.
Someone hath stolen the light,
Taken in the dead of night.
What crime,
What treason!
The rhyme,
The reason,
My imagination,
Gone.
stripped to the bone.
The pen and paper on my desk
Was all that was left.

Reviews

[Phoen-ix]

Wow.."My imagination, gone. stripped to the bone."
Every writer has experienced this. I love it, well done.

[s y e]

Ah, Inda my friend! :-)) Firstly, Happy New Year! :-DD

Secondly, wow, this is an amazing. I loved the wording and flow. Did someone have writers block? Sounds like it to moi!

[plainme]

great ideas in this one, Inda. Enjoyed it very much.

[Baby Ricochet]

That was writers block Inda. He hides in your closet and waits for you

[Adam Whitworth]

:) this is the best of your poems that i've seen, very good