Running OutA Poem by Tenten
Running out of words
Running out of lines
Running out of memory
Running out of existence
I'm going on empty
Running low on
The creativity fuel
The will to document
Moment; day night, hour second
Happenings
Turning each minute
Into beauty flow
Running out of words
Running out of lines
Running out of memory
Running out of existence
The days spent worrying
The nights spent sleeping
The hours spent dreaming
But no word stays long enough
To grasp and birth
Butterflies
I'm running low on flow
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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