The Well's Gone Dry Poem by Airda Jones

I'm at a loss for words
And that doesn't come often
But as time went on
I could feel myself soften

I lost the luster that
Gave me my own variety
And now I'm left with an empty halo
That is of no use to me

Banished away I found myself
From what I found unique
Over time it drained slowly
Out of my growing leak

Now paper has grown thin
And ink is just another stain
All in my eyes have lost wonder
And all it can perceive is pain

Such heart break and restlessness
In the empty poet's soul
When will inspiration find her at last
No one will ever know.