The Verse is Lifeless
The Verse is Lifeless
The verse is lifeless
No matter how much I chisel
It won't leap up with gusto
The verse is voiceless
No amount of coaxing
will make it sing
The verse lies flowerless in my garden
I try to nurture it, but
it won't bloom
The verse is soulless
My grandiose words or wit
cannot mask its hollow rattling
The dead verse lies eternal
Any attempts to kill it are futile
There's no escape either
So I keep dragging that dead horse behind.