When You Cannot Feel It

A poem about loss of inspiration

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When you cannot feel it,

you cannot feel it.

When you cannot see it,

you cannot see it.

Everything looks the same.

And no matter what you read or see,

or how you try to make it make sense,

it doesn’t.

Even when you know it should make sense,

it doesn’t.

Even when you remember how it used to make sense,

you cannot feel it.


You wait to feel it again,

because you know you will.

You always do.

But in the meantime, you say nothing.

But when you say nothing,

a hollow emptiness seems to overtake your courtyard.

A still sadness seems to permeate your rooftop.

Everything appears futile.

You think to yourself,

when I feel it again,

will it be too late?

Will the clocks wash up with every day of silence? Will the last grain if sand drop?

Will the hope that hung my dreams still be available in the empty hallways of lost momentum?

Written by Holly Kellums

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