Won’t Write Anymore

The tip of my pencil used to break
And I would sharpen it,
The ink of my pen used to dry out
And I would replace it,
The lined sheet of paper used to fill out
And I would grab some more,
But not today,
Not anymore,
Today –
The pencil is sharp,
The ink is not dry,
The lined paper is blank,
But –
Never will I scribble –
A letter,
Or a word,
Or even a sentence,
Or a mind’s paragraph,
Or a heart’s essay,
The pencil is still sharp,
The ink is still not dry,
The lined paper is still blank.