I feel uninspired
today.
Unable
and
unwilling
to find the truth
behind the words
that are not falling
but rather
I am forcing
out of my fingers.
I feel
exhausted
and
yet
expectant.
Usually if I keep typing
something
of consequence
or at the very least
passable
will be revealed.
I feel
persistant
due to
panic.
Where the hell
am I supposed
to put all
these thoughts
if they cannot
seal themselves
into stanzas?