I Truly Miss My Voice, by George !

I lost my notebook, today...
..and, I lost my favorite pen as well.
I know for a fact, I'd written things down.
Without it, I've lost-every verb, every noun;
and, now I wear a perpetual frown,
 I lost a lot that I had to say.

I miss my journal, this night,
and the voice that this pen gave, as well.
I'd had them for ages, and now there's a void,
with that pad and pen, I was smarter than Freud,
and now all's I feel, is sad and annoyed;
I'm stammering, and nothing seems right.

I know in my heart, this voice is long gone.
I'm unable to conjure it back, as well.
It was my accompliss, in life.
It's humor cut like a knife,
and harmlessly, got rid of the "strife";
and without it, I must learn to live on.

Or, let's learn to improvise, all of us, now.
We'll lean on each other, as well,
and we'll speak honestly,
setting all of us, free...
..because we just can't let everything, be.
not if writing the "Truth", is what we vow.