Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

biggest fear
not freddie
from elm st.,
not a soul
from the shadowy
world occupies
my nights, no
what I dread the most
is my words
drying up, the stanzas
that refuse to come,
my thoughts
laid to rest
like skulls
on the desert floor
that I stumble over
on my way back
to the next creation

there is a tremendous feeling of loneliness when the words decide to hide.

nice write.