On having nothing to write

Shadow05

I have nothing to write
but I'll keep on writing,
through the sands of time
the sands keep moving
(5) and my heart keeps ticking
and beating away, as I
write these words 
I thought I had nothing to say, 
but in our sands, our time,
(10) we write words,
whether they are written
or spoken,
heard by many, 
or known only to self,
(15) I might have nothing to write
but these words,
I have written. 

They might mean nothing to
you, or anyone,
(20) but nevertheless these words have
spoken.

  • Author: Shadow05 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2015 06:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Originally written 14th of December 2015
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Ken

    When the soul needs to be heard, it speaks volumes. Beautiful.



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