A Lost Poet and Backache Cynic

I am officially a quitter today —

and it feels so good, so right, so out of the blue

after all I am now a lost poet

robbed of words to say and what to feel

stuck

in my back-pain abyss and 3am migraines.

Have you ever

tried so hard to survive in this world?

Used up all your little extrovert energy

for myriad of sleepless nights and

unyielding body.

Barely survived and

I suck at writing now.