Tired.
Just tired.
Like the pen,
When even though it still has
Ink
It won't write
It starts to sputter
On the paper
And to get it to work again
You have to
Doodle
Randomly
Give it a break from
The words it is so used to writing
So I need a break
From the life I am so used to living.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Light
PoetryPoetry. Whatever is under the rainbow, Whatever is in the sea. Whatever is over the clouds, That is what I seek. The unknown. © myaannw on wattpad
