When the River Runs Dry Draft
When the river runs dry
And no inspiration can be found
Its no reason to cry
When thoughts are vacant yet bound
When the page remains empty
And you try to conjure the spirit
It starts and floods promptly
Suddenly you can hear it
Words flow out once found
As you look to the sky
It cascades and crashes
Onto your page emptyness is drowned
It's so profound what we go through
Upon your page the pen thrashes
Words come from thin air
Suddenly they appear
The drought is gone
The page is full
The tears disappear
And this is what you have
A poem full yet not clear
But the words they appear
The drought is done
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2020
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