- Apr 26, 2005
- 677
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I Lost my ability
To put it down like I used to
To write things that would often move you
And I long to recover from
this dark cloud that looms
Over my skill
I want to feel
All of the thrills that
My talent spills into my soul
I don't want to be
Considered what's old
among my peers
Sitting alone in silent fear that
the talent is gone
That I have a voice but no song to sing
look at the things I carry
Hoping once more
That my soul and poetic mind
Would again marry to
Make me whole again
I'm tired of pretending I don't miss it
I long to walk around late
At night I realize that
The only thing I can do is write
To not long for that which is gone
Can someone help me before my mind draws a blank
This can't be the end can it
I'm stuck here alone just staring at
this page
My empty canvas
To put it down like I used to
To write things that would often move you
And I long to recover from
this dark cloud that looms
Over my skill
I want to feel
All of the thrills that
My talent spills into my soul
I don't want to be
Considered what's old
among my peers
Sitting alone in silent fear that
the talent is gone
That I have a voice but no song to sing
look at the things I carry
Hoping once more
That my soul and poetic mind
Would again marry to
Make me whole again
I'm tired of pretending I don't miss it
I long to walk around late
At night I realize that
The only thing I can do is write
To not long for that which is gone
Can someone help me before my mind draws a blank
This can't be the end can it
I'm stuck here alone just staring at
this page
My empty canvas