Sometimes it’s hard
To know what to say. 
When the ink gets clogged 
And in the way. 
When the mind stops turning
And gets stuck on repeat. 
You get stuck staring,
Lost in the deep. 
Sometimes it’s hard
To know what to say. 
When you find that
You’ve lost your way. 
When you’ve run out
Of things to say. 
...
When your left with
No words left in your care,
All you have left
Is too stare.