I am not inspired--
Here.
My mind has become
To
Numb--
I cover my ears,
To block out the sirens-
And the silence.
The white noise sneaks through,
Anyway.
Recent insomnia clouds my creativity,
I sift through the fog
To find something--
Anything.
But there is nothing.
Just static.
I needed you here.
But--
I did this alone.
I thought I would feel my eyes
Swell with tears.
I didn\'t--
Not.
Even.
Once.
I wish I had.
--
Just static.