I’m losing it  
Losing what ?
Losing interest
what attracts now repels,
oh what the ******* hell
where is yesterday glow ?
distant stars dead and cold
love goes cold like a bloodless fish,  
there it goes : going going gone
drifting, receding, vanishing over the horizon,
out of focus
your eyes look like frosted glass
it’s not death but the dying signal
weak blips of the uninterested
Losing it
rotten roses in a tub
wilted heart in a jug,
and so the well of inspiration
is expired