Inspiration Gone
As i stare at this paper
empty, without words
it waits for me to write
so, my feelings can be heard
inspiration came often when we were together
words flowed freely
my pen, light as a feather
but fate has a reputation
of never being wrong
it takes destiny by the hand
and grips it forever strong
now this paper, which once was alive
quietly stares back at me
with dull loose-leaf eyes
it mocks me, even dares me
to write words i couldn't speak for years
but, without you
the forecast calls for emptiness
with a good chance of tears
Inspiration usually comes from within
and your smile always gave me my start
but these days my pen lays heavy
like a roadmap of your heart
for soulmates are rare
to let one go...
even worse
now this pen and paper
who once were my companions
are the very things i curse
So, I put my pen down
and tuck the paper away for the night
and maybe tomorrow, just maybe
words i couldn't speak
I'll be able to write.
Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2010
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