Hazarding Heptad

Reach for a new sheet of paper

For all the thoughts that weigh

Running out of ink now

Let's put all these words away

Seven years worth of them 

Sure adds up to a lot

Shape them all to form me

And everything I'm not

How to sort through them -

Stacked in pillars about my head

How to deny them -

All the words I ever bled

Sure adds up to a lot -

Dripping out of me everyday

Perhaps I'll take a sabbatical 

And clear all these cuts away

I've earned it now, you see

Seven years giving my best

I'm running out of words now

Seven years worth - how can I fill the rest?

Perhaps this is all I have -

Is there anything worth writing left inside of me?

I'm bound to run dry someday

It's just a question of when that'll be

Asking myself yearly -

What more can I possibly say?

I pick up my pen regardless

And give all my words away