Nothing Left To Say

lonelyraccoon

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.

  • Author: .t.h-b. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2021 05:58
  • 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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