a week of pain,
terror,
and fear
has yet to make
me write a
poem

last time,
I couldn’t stop

everything inspired me
everything made me
write

but now,
nothing

I sit here,
uninterested and
unfascinated
with
everything

dealing with the pain fine
and needing no outlet

an island of perfection
in a sea of needless life

I am tired
and must continue
to heal