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