Like an artist without his medium

It seems that I've lost my words

For how can a painter do his work

When all of his paints are missing?

How can a photographer take

The perfect shot, without a camera?

A musician cannot write a song

With a guitar that has no strings

And so I find myself just like them

My fellow artists, in their own troubled times

The adjectives become dull and overused

While the emotion falls away from the words

Leaving only the empty shell

Of what could have been something beautiful

For throughout the years, I have become

A writer who can't find the right words