I've lost my words,
I've lost it all.
I've tried so hard to find a word,
That would describe this fall.

It is by chance that I've managed,
to write the pitiful lines i've done so far,
This wouldnt be considered a proper poem,
Because this line was supposed to rhyme with far.

But all my talent has left me,
all my words are gone,
All i've got is this pitiful attempt,
to relieve a time that has long gone.