BIONo one tells me anything new
inspiration has left me,
I find myself rambling through the dark
in search of words just out of my grasp.
I grow weary from this
and here I sit,
surrounded by old tablets
and new tablet half covered with writing
and I ponder,
when will my hour come?
The hour of my going down and going under
for I want to go amongst men once more
for I am waiting know,
for first of the signs of my hour to come.
Mean while I talk to myself as one who has time
No one tells me anything new so I tell myself ...
myself.
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Comments (1)
cbender
well don be away too long... this one's a bit weired... but i really like the way you laid over the writing and the way you did those tears...