Empty Thoughts
I lay this parchment down
This ink well has become dry
Thoughts no longer flow in my pen
Creation has become frustration
This muse now cast into iron
A statute of my pasted thoughts
Sitting in the muse museum
Under lock and key
The combination of creation
Has flown away as a dove
Yet has returned as an old crow
Pecking at my minds thoughts
Wondering has become a blank spot
No tale will unfold onto parchment
No ink with flow into literature
All that is left are
My Empty Thought’s
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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