Halls of the Dark Muse

The Well Inside

I can find no words
to express what I
want to say

I ponder away the
passing hours but
there remains a blank
page

Questions pour form
my mind, but they
have no answers

Only this well inside
of me, ready to brim over
but there is that something
not quite right

A missing piece
I desperately seek
delving into the depths
of myself

To draw something up
that will satisfy
this craving hunger
with no name.