Redundancy

I think there's a hole or a leak in my head, all the words have spilled out and left parts of me dead. I can no longer muster an original thought, the words that I find there are weak and distraught. The well has run dry, to coin a phrase, but that, too, is trite and seen better days. Seen better days? I've done it again. You could fit my creativity on the head of a pin. Another trite phrase! I've truly run dry and now I'll be gone in the blink of an eye. Oy.