A Poets Nightmare
Once filled with fresh black ink
With words flowing from a pen like water
Distant memories appeared and written down
Thought’s running through the mind
Now words are written with invisible ink
For the well has been emptied from thought
Memories disappeared an empty ink well
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The third Stanza now gone
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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