No poem today no verses to find
Only the echo of this thought left behind.
I sought to uncover what silence might hide
But nothing took shape no rhythm no guide.
In the void where stanzas should grow
Is a desert of words that refused to flow.
No metaphors danced no rhyme took its flight
Just the weight of its absence dark as the night.
Yet here in the quiet a mystery's spun
A poem about nothing a verse left undone.
So let this emptiness stand in its place
A ghost of a poem with no light to trace.