Empty lines stare into my soul
Silence deafens my ears
Unable to get control
Ink drops as black eyes
Stares at me
Taunts me
For attempting the tries
Because I want
Long
So bad
My pen trembles
I let go
My will disassembles
And drowns deep
Into that empty spacen
Where the words won't come
Where the silence stays
YOU ARE READING
On my way
PoetryThe ways of the wind The ways of the wild The ways of the wonders Poetry.
