when my ink runs out

When my ink runs out my soul shall weep For words unspoken secrets to keep. The quill my friend now runs dry No more tales to tell no more to try. The parchment stares back blank and white Mocking my plight my endless night. The silence deafening my mind aghast As I stare at the page aghast. Oh how I long for that ink to flow To give voice to the thoughts below. But alas my pen lies still My soul lost my heart a chill. I fear the end is drawing near As my words fade away unclear. The page remains empty a void to fill But my ink runs out and all is still. So I bid farewell. to my muse And to the words that I did use. For when my ink runs out my soul shall weep And my pen shall rest in eternal sleep.