Mind numbing silence, attacks again.
Maybe I should just lose the pen.
Hush sweet poet, for you are now mine.
Cease now with your words, and drop quickly your pen.
I command you, add not another line.
For verse has left you again,
and this time it shall never return.
So do as I say and weep not,
for your muse has left you and is dead.
Oh but you say, why must I intrude,
Why must I interfere?
Why be so rude?
You know and I know that I am every poet’s dread,
and how dare you say, yet even ask,
what is my name?
You and others like you know it well.
It is sad but oh so true ,
and with dreamers it's always the same.
Oh yes..My name,
I am known as the reality of life.
Reality oh reality I cried,
I shall never hearken to what you say.
I shall never surrender, nor believe your lies.
I will strike my prose again,
and wield yet a mightier pen,
so beware for there is a light at the end