On some days a writer is inspired to write,
Inspired to write about life, many times about love
Inspired by movies, literature and tales of old
Suddenly the writer is fully equipped with words,
Thoughts and emotions to write...to write well
But there’s that moment of realization,
The moment where the writer snaps back to reality
The reality of this world, this unfair heartless world
He wonders where the love is. Who cares enough to find it?
Or to keep it or to make it work
It starts and is blown away, it grows and is marred in one day
It’s found and slips away just as fast
What is the point of love, the writer wonders
It’s not always fun and when wickedness rains, it pours
It causes the outward to be reclusive,
The outspoken to be silent
The strong to be broken and the
Hopeful to be discouraged.
And then he puts his pen down, uninspired to write.