Here's another poem, enjoy.
Blank
Overload
Thoughts awoken
Wasted without paper
At my fingertips
Falling down an infinite well
Of lost thoughts
Dripping water
Unlocks my mind to the page
Not music
And not silence
A strange and surreal portal
It unlocked so much
But they were wasted in the well
I tried to fish them out
The line wasn’t long enough
The music wasn’t there to hold them back
Better locked up
Than lost forever
Still pointless thoughts
The deeper one’s lost
Or locked up
Thinking when we die
I can’t say:
I told you so
Those on a path to righteousness
It has a cliff at the end
You will be falling
A waste of a walk
While I sit and wait
Wait to die
Pass the time with thoughts
The ones that aren’t lost
Turn to words
For those to read and ponder
Whilst I wait
We all wait
The sound of water unlocks the thoughts
But I am still blank
In the end we all are
(c) Benjamin Solah 2005
