There are no answers
In these stanzas
Neither incarnation
Nor inspiration

No soothing word
No good, no bad
Not a single joke
Or remedy for block

There's no sweetener
Like a listener
But there's no ear
Around here

There's no room for hate
No time to contemplate
Otherwise I'd write
Perfectly to evade spite

Believe me you there's no time
Not enough to sweetly rhyme
Yet I have always tried
Rather than shy away and hide

There's no solid hope
But I refuse to stop
The top gets higher
Yet I refuse to tire

There's no peace
Not a single piece
Not a single soul is
Finding total solace

There's no tomorrow
It isn't assured
No permanent joy or sorrow
No deep wound scar-less cured

Everything is nothing
Anytime is no time
Everywhere there's crime
'Cause everyone's hurting