He can’t think
Nothing springs to mind
Dried up inside his head
A dead-end he does find
Will nothing come
No ideas and images?
Or will he be
Left with these glitches?
Just like his life
A dead-end reached
No matter how much
He cries and did beseech
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
withheldindarkness
Aug 23, 2012
Great flow to this poem. Thanks for the read.
Darren Greenidge
Aug 23, 2012
Thank you again and no problems. It’s what I’m here for! 🙂