Lately I'm finding it difficult to
Coerce words into flowering poetry
My mind's cracked foundation
Yields nothing in inspiration
Or creativity.

Vibrations shift thoughts about
Darting and fluttering around
You would see my world has
Lost it's stunning brightness
Buried deep.

Certainly I am a nomad under my skin
Finding it harder to survive this drought
So my fractured wings will carry me
Over the grim landscape I live in
Cast away.