The Greatest Tragedy Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

She pens his name in hopes he'll stay,
But finds the ink has slipped away.
The greatest tragedy for her to face,
Is when her muse leaves not a trace.

The greatest loss for her to bear,
Is when her muse is no longer there.
Her words once flowed with ease and grace,
Now silence fills the empty space.

A blank page stares back, cold and bare,
Her inspiration lost without a care.
The spark that fueled her creative fire,
Has faded, leaving only dark desire.

Yet still she tries, with trembling hand,
To summon back what once was grand.
But the words refuse to take their form,
Her muse has left her lost in the storm.

A poet's pain, a heart's lament,
When inspiration's light has been spent.
She mourns the loss of what once was,
Praying her muse will return, because...

The greatest tragedy for her to face,
Is when her muse leaves not a trace.
The greatest loss for her to bear,
Is when her muse is no longer there.