The Ink Runs Dry Poem by Adam M Snow
The Ink Runs Dry
My ink runs dry
from my pen, empty thoughts.
Memories of shadows
of what I use to write,
left me for another.
My page is white,
barren and naked.
I am lost.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lost,memories,poetry,shadows,write,writing
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4/23/2024 10:55:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Left me for another.' Now you have a blank page ready to be filled again. A very lovely poem, .