I tried and failed to write today
But in the end I did
Words were jumbled inside my head
And nothing would make sense
I wrote and wrote
And erased it all
Words as fleeting as the tide
Fingers grasping empty space then crumbling with a sigh
Words had left me as I had them
The ones unsaid
Some not penned
The ones I hid away
Words to mend
Words to an end
They all died today
Frustrated at the futility
Dreaming of tranquility
I went to close the page
But when I did a message came
And brought with it a change
"Nothing to save. Discarded."
Reading that words came to me
And we felt the pain
Of two empty things
Lost for good
Following the wind
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
I tried and failed to write today
But in the end I did
Words were jumbled inside my head
And nothing would make sense
I wrote and wrote
And erased it all
Words as fleeting as the tide
Fingers grasping empty space then crumbling with a sigh
Words had left me as I had them
The ones unsaid
Some not penned
The ones I hid away
Words to mend
Words to an end
They all died today
Frustrated at the futility
Dreaming of tranquility
I went to close the page
But when I did a message came
And brought with it a change
"Nothing to save. Discarded."
Reading that words came to me
And we felt the pain
Of two empty things
Lost for good
Following the wind
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