UNINSPIRED

Wait in line for inspiration

Flying in the face of the time I have

Rules of thought in elusive waves

The corpses of imagination in unmarked graves.

Searching for the words to paint a picture

Of the feelings I need to find

Before me mock the empty pages

Decorating the library of my mind.

But how bright the light of words can be

A blazing star in a cold black sky

A stream of warm daylight dreams

Beyond the eternal question why.

I try to find some inspired ideas

To cover up my creative crime

But as I sit here lost in thought

I will be lucky if I can make it rhyme.