Unsatisfied Words

The last few words have gathered thoughts of poetry, emotion, rhythm and rhyme, still within the writing something remains unsatisfied. The pen is drawn and words spew out in search of all that's felt, somehow still the emptiness takes hold and all creatvity begins to melt. Time moves on too quickly holding back for no one as the words dangle on the tongue without escape they linger on wanting to be freed but still remain unheard and unbroken waiting for the seed. Let me rest awhile, recovering as I may awaiting inspiration to take my thoughts away.