June 24, 2006

I have nothing

What is said
When there is nothing to say
What is done
Where there is nothing to do
What is sung
When there is nothing to sing

Where's the laughter
Where are the words

They mock me
Linger on the tip of my tongue
On the edge of my fingertips
Nerve endings refuse to fire
Eyes, ears and mind have separated
Inspiration is on holiday indefinitely

My voice cracks, shatters
Every time I open my mouth

Where is the thought
The ultimate thought
The manifestation of dreams thought


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

your pretty good.... sonsat