Do you ever fear the day,
When all your words run dry,
There’re no emotions to write about,
Or beauty to be praised?
When everything seems so vain,
And you lose your desire to express,
And when you hold your beloved pen,
It’s just the empty white staring back.
And you try and try, with all your might,
But all your words have run dry.
There’s nothing left to express,
There’s no will to communicate.
You’re locked in an eerie solitude,
No, not the one that you cherish.
But one that keeps haunting you,
Makes you feel truly alone.
Cause even to your own self,
You have no words to say.
That’s my life’s greatest fear,
The inability to write.
Who am I,
If not for the things I write?
My words run dry?
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