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skeleton with chin on hand

Chin resting upon my hand,
fingers drumming the table,
I stare into space,
waiting for my head to clear,
for the writer’s block to disappear.

But I’m starting to fear
that I waited too long,
for my dry spell is broken
by a haunting melody echoing
through my empty head,

Dem Dry Bones is all I can hear!


Dem Dry Bones is a song in which bones are connected and disconnected through the verses.