The pages left,
They are so slim,
My writing haven,
The lights are growing dim
Life without poetry
Is something I can't dream
But I just can't fill another
Notebook. It's starting to seem
Winding down
Running out
Little space
I want to shout
My haven will be gone
There's nowhere safe to be
The tears will form again
And my heart, it will no longer be free
Winding down
Running out
More depression,
More to be sad about
Winding down
Running out
Winding down
Running out
It's done.........
Running Down
I'm gonna have to start a new notebook soon because I've written a lot more than I've published on quizilla. I write poems too much.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
