Unplugged
~~~
Somewhere the cable has been cut
And my words bleed out onto the floor
Suffered to live without any light
They become dry ink, but little more
The amplitude I once enjoyed
Has closed like a jail cell door
And now I wonder if what I write
Will find a way to endure
Why has this fate befallen me
Is it something that I said
How can all the steps along my path
Be here that my journey has led
Words still weave their wonders
But the pen is stricken dead
One bit out of place in the code
Is where my silence was bred
And now the dark, just a deeper shade
Feeling cut-off from caring friends
Like some scripted Greek tragedy
This cannot be how my story ends
Oh, grantor of an audience
Bless me but with one more day
Just one more post, a final bow
A chance to give my words away
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
I can’t imagine anything stopping your flow of words – pen is mightier….
Nothing will stop them, but no internet connection slowed me down a bit.
now that is a whole other monster )
The winds may stop, the ice may melt, the trees may fall, our time’s all spent, but man, our words will never cease, they will endure, they will increase, so doubt it all, but this believe!
Thank you, Francisco! Beautifully said!
Thank you, And you’re very welcome!
You know I am willing my work to my daughter. Even if no one ever sees it she will have it. I can’t imagine you ever stopping writing Brad. This was a gorgeous piece of poetry. Sending my love. ❤️🤗Jonikins
Thanks, Jonikins! This was written when I had lost my internet connection. I felt unplugged from the world for a moment.
We should all learn to let go of our phones for a while. There should be no phone zones in one’s house as well. You can probably guess where those are. Big squeeze Brad. Love ❤️ Jonikins