Oh thy poet! Stop right there. Can nay think of any word hoard? Mind now called a mind maze heart like fear frosted. Know that thy verses art nay lost. Thou write scar script Thou hath war word What may the matter be now nest? Where art thy poems of past shroud? The letter leaves thou script shade Find a hope harbor Where thou can escape the painful echo And work on thy dream weaves. Write me a yesterday yarn Ich sun sigh for thy words of magic Thou give me a flame friend Carrying a wind whisper. Thou poet battle breath! Thou carry the rise rune! Know that Thy verses art nay lost Dost nay lose hope Thou need a moment to rise. Main theme: for all those poets who feel lost in words and think they lost their creativity. You still have the creativity,but it is trying to reborn itself cuz it's bored of being the usual, so it only means you are thinking more thoughtful each day. You don't have to be afraid if you will ever stop writing. A true poet never stops writing and I find all of you as true poets. Meanings ( just in case..) Word hoard: poetic treasure Mind maze:complex thoughts Fear frosted: chilled anxiety Scar script:poem written in pain War word:powerful expression Now nest: at the present moment Past shroud:hidden history Letter leaves:pages of a book Script shade: contain hidden meaning Hope harbor:place of comfort Painful echo: lingering hurt Dream weaves: imagination Yesterday yarn: story of the past Sun sigh: long for something Flame friend: guiding light Wind whisper: quiet message Battle breath:fight to live Rise rune: symbol of rebirth Dost: do Nay: not Ich: I Art: are Hath: has