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Empty
The inkwell is dried up
the only thing that remains is dust
The car is out of gas
and can't find a station
The heart stopped
and awaits to be revived
The soaring bird
cannot fly
I am....empty
The words are lost
boxed up and sent
to the great beyond
Maybe this drought
will soon end
and in this flood
I will learn to swim
Only time will tell........
the only thing that remains is dust
The car is out of gas
and can't find a station
The heart stopped
and awaits to be revived
The soaring bird
cannot fly
I am....empty
The words are lost
boxed up and sent
to the great beyond
Maybe this drought
will soon end
and in this flood
I will learn to swim
Only time will tell........
Published 31st Mar 2012
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2nd Apr 2012 5:21am
What is the most noteworthy here is the absence of the cause of the emptiness. Most poems crafted along these lines points to someone or something to blame. The line, "The words are lost", provides a speck of hope for what is lost can later be found.
2nd Apr 2012 5:34am
I wrote about having writers block, it usually works to get you out of it.
2nd Apr 2012 6:12am
Ah that makes sense---hopefully smarter people then I can figure that out when they read it!
