My Blank Pages

There’s an emptiness in the air
I can’t find the muse tonight
Out on the horizon
Nothing is in sight
 
Am I such an empty vessel
That I can’t parch your thirst?
Have I poured out all my feelings
Hit the bottom or even worse?
 
The day that I can’t reach you
Is the day I call it quits
When my pen no longer writes
It will shred my soul to bits
 
No witty lines or banter
No twisting of a phrase
Silence in a vacuum
Deafening in its way
 
Tonight the book is closed
Can’t think of anything new
I’ve reached the final chapter
My thoughts tangled up in blue