The pattern of rhymes,
The meaning of words.
lost, lost forever.
or that's what it seems.
thee ideas, theme...
nothing...
It's like a dried up river.
The water, my thoughts,
have escaped.
I'm drawing blanks,
I want to write,
but I can't!
I miss my train,
my train of thoughts.
Who knows when I'll catch it.
and if I never do,
I'll surely go,
I will go insane.