it's been so long since i drank in the words of poets

i haven't touched the ink in weeks

my muse has been still and quiet

no more than a whisper

just in the peripheral of my mind's eye

i have a desperate yearning

words that won't leave my fingers

emotions chained within me

locked in the paper prison of my mind

i haven't touched the ink in weeks

it's been so long since i drank in the words of poets