My inspiration has been spirited away
on winter winds, frozen by the cold,
voiding my soul of reckless emotion,
now forced, for the well being of others.
I see wonders all around in the wasteland
but fingers refuse to fuze with thoughts,
as I sit and stare at the blank document
waiting, and yearning for words to appear.
The loss of a loved one has taken its toll,
words unspoken, feelings not expressed;
thoughts are focused on another and how he
will continue with this precious gift of life.