Blank Canvases And Dry Brushes

I am constantly searching my heart,

I don't know what I'm looking for,

Perhaps feeling I just can't explain,

Or questions I still have yet to ask,

I am empty, there is nothing left in me to say,

I've tried but all I can think of is nothing,

All my colors have paled, my rainbows faded,

The muses have died and life just goes on,

I wish I had found expression,

But all I find are blank canvases and dry brushes.

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