Writer's Fear

You ever think that there are not enough words
for all the writers in the world?
There are only so many words
that you can string together
there are 40320 ways to arrange
the colors in a rainbow
& 7 billion people in the world
it all adds up to the repetition of history
colors are running everywhere across the page
one more swift stroke of the brush
& our spectrum will turn black like ash.

Who says that the same will not happen
with the words that we hold so dear
we tape notebook pages to the bottom of our drawers
& it's impossible to even count how many pages
you have lost, stuffed under all your books
in that bag of yours
the corners ruffled, some even completely torn off
letters missing, somebody else will find them
& they won't be yours anymore.

Could it be possible for somebody
to even steal without knowing
the same blue night
across lakes and rivers and oceans
those same words drowning out
the voices in another person's head
word for word, like you're one, synced?

The handwriting is different
but the ink blots on the same letters
& that one word just doesn't fit
but you'll fix it later
when the sun comes up
& you will be free, yet contained
in that unoriginal life of yours
that you thought was a spectrum of colors
yet is only a speck in that puddle of black
ink.