Here in pain I sit, sedated,
with no relief for me in sight.
Words of mine, once celebrated
are now dismissed as less than bright.
I sow my seed in other fields
to see the interest these words yield.
An empty soul, who really cares
about the heart that these words bare?
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik
Too sad for words, but you’ll always be a bright light for me, Walt.
I appreciate that Marilyn. Having moments of doubt of late, but hopefully I can recapture the old fire.