Wordless

WORDLESS

Writers block
Like an apple in an orchard
Only seems fruitless
If it is bothered
In the mind of
A wretched
Lifeless molecule
That hatches into
The infirm
Reality
That words are not
Plentiful
But only
Your ego
That must dispell itself
Into a new
Place that
Perhaps you might want to
Visit
But who really cares
What you said
When the world is
Round
And the carrots
Exist aplenty
To allure
The child
Into a
Deep abyss
That is where
Your words
Touch me
Not