This Dark Well Soul
This dark well soul,
depleted,
desert dry,
having nothing to write of,
and nowhere to write from.
The world moves on,
as his pen sets, silent, and still,
waiting, for another poem,
waiting, for another poet,
to admire, and then forget.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
This Dark Well Soul
This dark well soul,
depleted,
desert dry,
having nothing to write of,
and nowhere to write from.
The world moves on,
as his pen sets, silent, and still,
waiting, for another poem,
waiting, for another poet,
to admire, and then forget.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021