The Insight

After all my heartache, my pain, my emotional scars
Joy, happiness, wishing on stars
I can't get my words from soul to pen

No verse no soliloquy no zen.

Used to come easy with innocence of a child
now it's just a blank mind.
Where did it go?
Is it still there in the vast darkness
of my grey matter?

But what's all the hype
of letting out the thickness of feelings
the emotional appeal?

Because without this write I will lose who I am
conform to the ways of socialites
I'll continue my quest until I find that one
little match it takes to ignite
my passion-my prose-my verse
The Insight.