My inspiration
has gone walkabouts
My imagination
cleared right up
Each step I've taken
through inked meadows
Every wave I've surfed
of rhythmic flows
Did I take a wrong turn
or have I reached an end
Does my flame no longer burn
and will it ever mend
I look to my left
I look to my right
Only blankess to ingest
An empty night
I turn each page
Blank, unwritten
No where to engage
Inspiration has hidden
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
My inspiration
has gone walkabouts
My imagination
cleared right up
Each step I've taken
through inked meadows
Every wave I've surfed
of rhythmic flows
Did I take a wrong turn
or have I reached an end
Does my flame no longer burn
and will it ever mend
I look to my left
I look to my right
Only blankess to ingest
An empty night
I turn each page
Blank, unwritten
No where to engage
Inspiration has hidden
So hard to write, I miss writing but nothing inspiring me :(
