Sadness fill my heart
That art
Continues
But I do not.
I am ashamed of my status,
Unequal to everyone.
And the world
Keeps on spinning.
When will I create again?
Do I have anything to say?
The world passes me by.
I am on a dead end
To certain dismal failure
Where my solitude
Suffocates me
And my muse
Wrings her hands
In shame,
In pain,
Waiting for me
To wake up
And participate.
-K
