There's no emotion in my soul
I cannot summon rhyme
I cannot find the words
I just don't have the time
I can't portray with ink
I simply can't fulfill
my desire to tell the world
in a voice so coarse and shrill
that there's nothing in my heart
I'm as empty as the night
I cannot find the words...
nothing seems just right
There's nothing to my world
my heart is dark and dire
I want to create beauty
but I cannot be inspired
There is nothing in my soul
no dancers, and no birds
no laughter or rainbows
I cannot find the words
Author notes
so this is dumb.. best i could think of. I am simply uninspired by life at the moment.. I can't even write my usual depressing shit.. so in a way this poem is the most depressing of all. I am a blank canvas with no emotion what-so-ever. That's my life.
Please tell me what you think
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wonderful
That's mighty odd...when i'm uninspired I can't write anything at all. Your lack of inspiration results in a great little poem. I'd be lying if I said i wasn't very jealous at the moment.
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