I sit, my mind empty.
My thoughts flew away.
Carried with the wind,
And forced me to stay.
On an adventure.
Leaving me behind.
Past the mountains, through the seas,
To see what they can find.
Taking inspiration.
Soaring with it, fast.
Bringing me ideas,
Tight within it's grasp.
But for now, I wait.
While my thoughts fly free.
Waiting for the ideas,
They will bring to me.
Author's Note:
After waiting out the writer's block of "Idea-Less", I wrote this. I do hope it's less embarrassing than the last one.
-I. Quill
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PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
