Paper Cut Eyes

My words

My words

My words have run dry,

as now only tears streak the paper.

Smudging the emptiness,

already spoiled by inner silence.

Like an icecube on a summer day,

the words have simply melted away

to the saltwater mass

now staining my skin.

Where has the contentiousness gone,

that used to feed my ink.

Has the spirit withered and died,

that made those words my link.

Will I find my love once again,

the only talent I hold dear.

Will these words awaken one more,

the words who's loss I fear.