My Pen
I put my pen to paper
Yet nothing...
My pen
Dry
I wonder why
Why wont
my words flow
My pen glide,
and my pages turn...
I ask myself is it the pen or is it me
Is my soul lacking in passion?
Has my heart lost all feeling?
Is my mind devoid of thought?
Has my imagination suffered a brutal death?
My mind wonders
I gaze into the vastness of the world around
Looking for inspiration
A drop of rain, the rising sun, a flowing river
An angelic smile, a friendly glance, a lovers tiff
A demons dance, the werewolves moon, a brutal battle
That something
That someone
That anything
Yet nothing
I accept my fate
Lay down my tool
It just was not meant to be
Writing is a gift lost to me
~~Pete Rock~~
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