A Thirsty Muse Poem by soren Barrett

I have drained the well of emotions, from it I draw only dust
Not a bucket full of devotions or a drop of lust
Dry runs the stream of thought, evaporated the spring of fear
Above ground my fruits rot, dried up the last tear
Want feeds starvation from its empty pocket
The mind's wheels of creation lack their chain and sprocket
All about seas to drink but all of it salted
Dried up is all the ink poetry has halted