What Happens?

What happens when you run out of things to write

When it consumed you in full

Spit out reason and logic 

And kept in foolishness 

And you stare at the blank page

With nothing but a blank, solitary breeze that goes through your mind

What happens when doubt reveals itself?

Do you get up and sober up

From being so love drunk?

Or do you put on a brave face

And work against the odds?

What becomes of you when you've lost your senses?

How sleep is such a stranger

How strangers no longer become strange...

Because you know the blame lies within you

And only you

But you choose to forgive youself

And remind yourself its worth the risk

What happens if it isnt?

What happens then? ...