A Waste

What happens
When you run out of words?

When the spark
That once lit your fire
Fades away
And leaves your mind
Sitting in the dark.

You stare at the paper
With pen in hand
But all that comes out
Are scribbles and
Little words
That amount to nothing-
That don’t make sense
Or mean a thing.

Their worthless,
Dull
A waste of ink and paper.
A waste of time.
And the waste of my mind.

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