Though I search, I search in vain.
To look once more, to look again,
To see with hope what isn’t there
I try, then try to seek some more.
As rain the tears of my defeat
I find my efforts obsolete,
As splatter ink drops from my pen
I find that I am lost again.
My paper’s blank, a whitened field
An icy plain that nothing yields,
A barren story, frigid night
That grows no words, no words I write…