Sitting where I always sit
Dim light illuminating
The stack of blank sheets.
Thoughts swimming through
The depths of my mind.
Wanting to fill the blankness
With all of my passions, furies, desires
Inspired by the same muse
And the words flowed.
Causing the depths to turn shallow.
Not sure if I'm hitting every target
Or saying all I need to say.
Words smeared onto a now full sheet.
Not enough expressed...
An hour's work
Just to add to the mound of
Crumpled Papers.