What to write

I really don’t know what to write,

I haven’t a single thing to say.

Maybe I’ll write about colors,

And the changing times of day.

Maybe I’ll write about words,

And the feelings they convey.

Perhaps I’ll change my tune, and sing a little song.

Perhaps I’ll walk away, and wander all day long.

I’ll wonder and I’ll wish,

“What else is there for me?”

I’ll wonder and I’ll say,

“There’s nothing else today.”

A twinkling star, a perfect heart,

A tainted soul and more;

The slightest simple knocking, upon the old front door.

Oh, how I wish and while away,

The old, and fruitful days.

Oh, how I laugh, and toss about,

In quite unruly ways.

I really cannot convey,

The feelings, truth be told.

I cannot understand,

How others may be so bold.

I do not quite reminisce,

On things that are amiss,

But couldn’t help just noticing, the slight and simple twist.

The story’s told, the tale is done, but the world is not yet gone.

The table’s turned, the soul is gone, but now the fire has fall’n.

Twist away, and turn away, this evil deed be done.

Roam away, and run away, too far from lands undone.

I wish and while the yearning days, and tell not of the soul.

The world is dark, it has gone cold...

And yet I will not fall.