Nothing Left To Say

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



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