I can’t write
The fingers stray
Striking each key daintily
Softly pondering each move
The rivers of thought fail
Falling over the void
The abyss within my mind
Filled, yet empty of all
Nothing hinders my thoughts
Yet, here I find myself
Staring aimlessly ahead
Typing each and every word
Each one empty
Each one thoughtless
Why, I wonder..
After all, I am a writer..
What does that mean,
To write
To trace the lines across a page
Can it be reversed?
Restated
Erased?
Can the thoughts
Be put aside?
Ignored
Cast away
For another day
Another time
Another feeling
Lost
In the everglades of memories.
Moonlit Poetry 