One poem and then silence.

 

Is this how Hemingway felt near the end?

 

The words all ran away and he was left

lonely

impotent,

finally defeated.

 

What is a writer who can not write?

Nobody.

 

The words have a way of hiding when you need them,

and only coming around when the sun is up,

or maybe life works differently and

the words only leave when you’re finished

and ready to end it all.

 

A writer is nothing special,

like a doctor, a lawyer,

a singer,

an actress,

everybody is a nobody and we inflate them

to somebody they could never live up to.

 

The wordsmith breathes a final breath

just as the welder or mechanic does.