Drained Away
I fear one day I'll have nothing to say
The pen that I hold it has no more ink
The well spring of ideas drained away
My lips will be parched I will long to drink
A blank page before me eyes filled with tears
The pen that I hold it has no more ink
I guess we all worry we have our fears
More than one way to look at what I see
A blank page before me eyes filled with tears
I can be refilled if I am empty
I may need to be quiet for a while
More than one way to look at what I see
A stack of poems on my desk in a pile
All the thoughts that have occupied my mind
I may need to be quiet for a while
My own voice blocked out now what will I find
I fear one day I will have nothing to say
All the thoughts that have occupied my mind
The well spring of ideas drained away
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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