Adam M. Snow

Freshman - 793 Points (5/30/1988 / Phoenix, AZ)

The Ink Runs Dry - Poem by Adam M. Snow

My ink runs dry
from my pen, empty thoughts.
Memories of shadows
of what I use to write,
left me for another.
My page is white,
barren and naked.
I am lost.

Topic(s) of this poem: lost, memories, poetry, shadows, write, writing

Form: Epic


Comments about The Ink Runs Dry by Adam M. Snow

  • David Wood (9/12/2015 5:28:00 AM)


    'Left me for another.' Now you have a blank page ready to be filled again. A very lovely poem, . (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 12, 2015


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