I've lost the fire that fuels my passion;
Where did it meander to?
When did writing go out of fashion,
And what do I do?

I think it's due to a
Lack of sleep,
And perhaps when days are better,
My passion I'll keep.

As of right now, my body fights
To be awake;
And I feel like my creativity
Is at stake.

In due time, things will change;
It's a rare time that it's actually
A waiting game.

Soon, life will be better.
I hope that with my all,
And then my creativity won't fail,
And my dreams won't fall.