Nothing To Share
Waiting for inspiration to strike
Don't think there will be any tonight
I'm two cups of tea in
With nothing to share
A very clear indicator
That nothing is there
My mind tumbles and tosses
Like an empty drum
Maybe everything is out
And my work here is done
The aim was to clear myself of all extraneous thought
Be breezy or at least a little less fraught
How strange to grab and tease at ideas
Usually I don't need to beg for volunteers
The usual landscape I find in my head
Is one of chaos with no safe place to tread
But there we are, maybe I'll rest for the night
Better than risking being boring and trite
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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