Empty
here I go again
dipping into
my well of inspiration
and coming up
empty
how long has it been?
seems like
time has stopped,
stuck at 12 'o clock
stumped
this well
that I'm talking about
only has fumes
suffocating, then floating away to
nothingness
I stare blankly
and let my mind wander
but all I see are roadblocks
don't know where to start
helpless
so I dip again
into that well
of abysmal nothingness
hopeful that I might scoop up
something...anything
the bucket slips
plunges into that oblivion,
lost to infinity it seems
so I walk away, sighing
then I hear a "clink!"
the faintest of clinks
that would have ever existed
but I heard it
that well all along has always been
empty
***Sept. 14, 2010
Copyright © Kabuteng P.Ink K. | Year Posted 2010
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