Nothing To Write

May 1, 2014

Inspiration comes

But nothing to write

Word after word

Passes through my mind

But nothing to write

Every breath of air

Each blink of my eye

Time slowly ticks by

But nothing to write

Escaping from stress

But also the words I speak

But nothing to write

Alone I sit

Watching embers fade out

But nothing to write

I fight my heavy head

For every drop of inspiration

My words to hit the page

SPLASH...

...ripple...

...nothing

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