THE SILENCED INK

What should i write? What do i write, today? Nothing? My pen won't spill more of my secrets, the white pages are no longer welcoming. Neither on ephemeral beauty nor on illusive peace and not on the blood-wars for sure. I won't contaminate more words with my guilt. No more brigade of soldiers dressed in metaphors to rescue me from my fears. Today, I'll write just nothing. ©Joel Osinachi 🌹