Someone once told me that it's normal
For a poet to sometimes lose their drive.
But what happens when it is the reason
The only thing that really keeps them alive.
I would give everything to have it back
The inspiration to write down my soul.
I took it for granted then it's now a regret
As these trapped feelings take their toll.
I'll be truthful when I say I'm lost again
For once I don't know what's wrong inside.
I have covered up these feelings for so long
This void I have deep down I can't describe.
I try to fool myself and those around me
But in reality I have not really changed.
My mind still plays its tricks and games
On the outside all I've done is aged.
Now I lay here wrapped in this curse
The curse that has my life by the thread.
Left alone to duel my own thoughts
The ones that have never seem to fled.
For this pen never flows smoothly
The words never seem to be right.
I'm trapped in this abyss as I pray silently
To one day have my old inspiration to write.
