Writer's Block
There’s nothing left to write
(Blank sheet of paper, pure white)
And the words are no longer flowing
(A blank mind is all that’s showing)
Maybe I’ve reached a point of sadness
Words can no longer describe the madness
I’ve scooped out all my heart’s emotion
Poured it all out in slow motion
And now my heart is empty, cold...
Dead--with no story left to be told
Copyright © Melanie D | Year Posted 2008
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