Dead. Not Dead
Empty.
Dead inside.
A victim of heat and winds and change,
and yet
still a thing of beauty,
able to inspire,
and so perhaps
not as dead
as it appears.
About this poem
I have been struggling to write the past few weeks. I know the reasons. They are temporary. It is an empty place, though, a dead feeling place. But perhaps I am not dead yet, no matter what I feel.
Because we never are.
Tom
PS – The picture was taken on Lake Ontario. No snails were harmed in the taking of this picture.
Quarry House 
You will come out of your dark place. 🌞☀️🌻 😉 Check out my page, I’m new to this and have no followers yet.
I have visited and you write soulfully. Followers will come.
Thank you Tom. I hope you cheer up soon. Let God be your center; your focus and you will feel nothing but peace.
Oh, I am not sad, or even in a bad place. Just an empty place, where writing and my other creative work does not flow easily. It will pass. God has a way of working things out.
Absolutely. I am glad you are positive.
I hate to laugh but this poem….and mostly your comments remind me a little of Monty Pythons’, The Holy Grail…..”Not dead yet!” 🙂
Love it!