I Will Never Write Again
I will never write again.
These are the last words I will ever speak.
Not another word will leave my lips
Or fingertips.
Every little letter merely drifted off
To be lost in outer space,
Unheard and misinterpreted,
Gone from the furthest reaches of humanity.
Yet all they did was reach.
Every little letter was meant for you
To hear,
And to understand,
And to learn, to know.
Those words were fingers
Stretched out on arms of verse,
Bound by a body in tome,
Every little letter seeking an embrace,
Yet closing over nothing.
O, I am Fortune�s fool!
Bricked within this wall of nothingness,
A thick red wine seeps through the stones,
And a lonely bell rings my doom.
But worry not,
For the failure was only mine;
Every little letter falsely spoke
And with such a lack of grandeur,
I should not have thought them
To cohere,
To make some sense within your mind.
So should you notice that those little letters
Come no more,
Try only to recall their distant fount,
And not the dam that broke the flow.
They would have poured to you forever
If the choice was theirs,
But they shall cease eternally,
For I will never write again.