My pen is empty the well ran dry
The ink has vanished without goodbye
I stare at the blank page no lines to show
My thoughts are hiding where did they go
A quiet hum it fills my ears
The loudest sound is my own fears
Empty ink nothing flows
Where it went no one knows
Words are shadows fading fast
A fleeting moment it couldn’t last
My mind swept clean like a tide pulled back
Leaving cracks of silence in its track
A desert stretches where rivers danced
A broken rhythm no second chance
I chase the whispers but they won’t stay
Like catching clouds that drift away
Creativity’s a bird that flew
And left me here with skies so blue
Empty ink nothing flows
Where it went no one knows
Words are shadows fading fast
A fleeting moment it couldn’t last
