There is nothing.
No words.
I'm not sad
or depressed.
Just tired
All of my words are being used for other things.
Maybe I will find some more tomorrow, at the library.
There are lots of words there.
I'll bring some home to post with.
If I remember.
And if there is room in my brain
or my heart
or my bookbag to carry them here to my blog.
4 comments:
Sorry. Been there. I actually like the words you used when you didn't have words. I think you captured the feeling beautifully.
I love that photo.
And the words sometimes just aren't there. One reason I do music once a week is not only to have a creative place for that, but also to take a break from words. Written ones anyway.
This is a beautiful poem, really!
WOw ! You can even express yourself well when you are 'out of words' ! Great post ! Gifted writing !
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