A tangible pain in my chest
A feeling of urgency
Combined with a feeling of sluggishness
Each attempt at purpose folds
all I can do is sit and wait
Wait for inspiration and
Wait for a time where I don’t feel like a battery the wrong way up
Or a socket plugged into itself
Games conversation sleep and crying now all to difficult
to tiring
Creativity a broken tool
All I can do is sit and wait
Trying again and again
The result is always the same
It’s pointless