Six hours
Staring down at a blank page
Maybe
This is the best art I have ever made
Empty
Like the pit in my stomach

I swear I am flush with ideas
Yet I think them
Far better than I could ever say
Reach out to grasp
And they up and run away

Oh

The sun is shining
Yet I prayed for rain today
God must have missed the message
See
I asked for blessings
All I received was this broken record
About a years-long depression

Mine as well force a smile
And drop the needle atop this vinyl
Can you hear it
My favorite song
Denial