I have said what’s on my mind
I have screamed it
I have whispered it
I have written it
The words ran dry
A dry puddle once a well
I had ideas
I created
And I’ve used it up
To the last drop I am using now
My ink ran dry
And I have nothing left to say
.t.b.
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Author:
tb (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I often find myself unable to create, or unable to like what I've created. For years I'd only create when inspiration struck, when I successfully executed it I struggled with my worth beyond creation.
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