I look at empty pages 

where the words should be 

They gnaw at my being

I can not write these feelings down 

I can not face them 

I am weak

Do the strong wither with pages full of words

Do they stand and face the wind 

Do they scream at their fears

I do not know

My strength has long left my lips

If I were to shout 

Perhaps a whisper may come out

There are no words to say 

No words to write

I am weak 

An empty husk that has lost its muse