Begets Regrets
Almost 2 years of unproductively, its dry and barren
Yet more questions left unanswered, a heavy burden
Time hasn’t stopped but life’s at a dead end
You turn around, nothing is in sight, just light
No, not bright but everything’s blank...
Like a piece of paper for a writer who’s in a slump
I took a pen and started writing but it ended up in a bin
Was it all worth the risk or I ended up making a mistake?
















