my bleeding quill
    in a desert place
to watch it spill
    and fill the space

with ancient word
    and loss of meaning
sounds unheard
    mind intervening

a river wasted
    to find fresh air
darkness tasted
    sweating despair

a bleeding quill
    never runs dry
words flow until
    we capture why

but i guess
      we never will ~

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~ Author's note ~

I must apologize for my inactivity lately here on Wattpad! I have decided to put reading books on Wattpad behind me for now as it was a distraction in some senses. I might return someday. Maybe during the summer? :)

However, I have been writing a lot of poetry for this collection lately. And since there might be a few of you around who would still like to read it, I'm going to intermittently continue posting my poetry here even though that's all I'll be doing on Wattpad.

If you want to see even more of my poetry, check out my AllPoetry account to see all 357 (and counting) of my poems: https://allpoetry.com/TheSeaSoul#t_main

Thanks for your patience. I greatly appreciate your support! :)

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