i've run out of poetry,
and now all i'm left with
is gray.
gray surroundings,
gray people.
i'm lost in a world
that's lost in itself.
i can't find the words
to even say what i'm feeling,
because all i see is confusion
staring right back at me.
i'm in a room full of mirrors,
my own reflection
not appearing
because i've lost myself
in the depths of my thoughts.
someone,
please find me,
someone, anyone,
i'm gasping for air
that's not even there.
no one understands,
yet you're all here to listen.
there's only one problem.
i can't find the words-
i've run out of poetry.
my solution to having writer's block but also desperately needing to write at the same time