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
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
You are the only person I know who can take a technical issue and turn it into top-shelf poetry!
Sometimes you have to play the cards you are dealt. Thank you, my friend!
I’ve felt this way before. Whether it’s physically unplugged, or I’ve done it to myself, metaphorically, or on purpose. Your words will find their way, Brad! They just do!
Thank you, Karla!
You’re welcome, Brad!
take you leave as needed and rejoin whenever inspired and refreshed. you somehow still pulled off a lovely poem
Thank you, Beth!
Again?!
Awesome
Beautiful
Thank you!