Its a poem I wrote while in a rut. Read, think, enjoy.
My well has run dry
Singed by emotions I cant yet explain
But I know I hate feeling like this
I hate the clanking of my ladle
As I reach for the water that’s no longer there
Too foolish to abandon hope
I pray for my ear to hear a splash
How long must I wait
My lips have become dehydrated
They have forgotten the beauty of water
And they can no longer smile for you
They only remember the need to drink
And I don’t know how much longer I can last without one
How I long for even a tear
A single drop of sweet water
Anything to quench this thirst
To stop me from clanking this empty well
So I can the once again speak
I’d say that I’d love that
But my well has run dry
The great advantage of being in a rut is that when one is in a rut, one knows exactly where one is 
From what I’ve seen so far in regards to your poetry CTMHolliday, your yearning to be creative comes out in all your poems. I would compare this piece to a painting i.e. you paint with words..or a sculpture where you start off with a line and chip away until you’ve got the line right..and when you finally round off and complete the poem, it is like a piece of sculpture.. beautiful form CTMHolliday
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