Today I’m feeling fraught.
Reeking in self doubt.
Challenging every thought.
An inspirational drought.
No time to think or cry.
Words,eliminated, erased
Before the ink is dry.
Quiet confidence replaced
With a hollow emptiness
To express this pent up feeling
Of lost hope. A shallowness
Of sentiment that’s concealing
Those lost syllables of insight.
The dismal darkness descends
As I desperately seek for the light,
Of returning creativity to transcend.