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.
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