Paying the Price
Taking a pen then putting it down
For about two months now
Are you so incapable of writing
Nothing has managed to bring you down ?
Maybe no inspiration is there to be found
You never needed one anyway..
Perhaps living in such a busy dead town
Sucked any words you had left to say
Is it loneliness screaming so loud
That made your spirit run away ?
People's faces , the way they sound
Or how many times you had to lie during the day?
Oh the ghosts, the ghosts you surround
It's just another price you have to pay.
Copyright © Mira Bououni | Year Posted 2017
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