Poet’s block?
The occasional poet
wanders a barren hallway
searching rooms…finding walls
white, without…without
mirrors, beds, elegance.
.
Eyes open, curling cats sleep
away their meals as I starve
within desolate white walls,
searching for life inside
my synaptic graveyard.
©Joelle LeGendre
This is very moving, Joelle.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There has been a very long stretch of time where poetry escaped me. Thank you for letting me know you felt that emotion through my words.
LikeLiked by 1 person