Dry
Things in my head have been sticky lately
The thoughts in the well of my mind have run dry
I’m trying to dust off the cobwebs
I have no doubts that moisture will come back if I continue to try
Under every nook and cranny I find dirt
Everywhere like sand in a swimsuit
I need to beat the heat before the rest of me dries out
And I float off in the wind with a poof
I need the hydration that only my imagination can bring
I need to wipe the soot off of these old tomes
I am dedicated to the reanimation of my worn and contorted soul
I’m not gone, but I’m still trying to find my way back
I’m just in the bottom of this dried up well
I know it will soon be overflowing
If I could just find the right spell
LukeCoomer ©
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Well written and expressed
Thank you!
Welcome
I think you’ll find the “right spell”!
A great write and awesome visual, Luke!
I think I will aswell, thank you!
You’re welcome!
hi luke ! 🙂 i love this .. nicely done !
Thank you yellow rose!!
your welcome luke 🙂 i only started using this site yesterday , please do check out my poem '' the sun , a ball of fire '' nice to see you on here
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