So I want to write a poem
that is both intriguing and beautiful
but I posses no inspiration, nor imagination
at this point.

So I decided to write what I am
experiencing here and now.
My mind is empty of thoughts,
my daydreams become reflections
rather than isolated bubbles of inner peace.

Now I am wondering if I can keep going.
I am scared I will throw this away,
forget about this moment...
and that one,
and that one.

Fear is a part of life but
I don't want it to be.
I would rather be ignorant than
flinch every time my mind wanders
towards death.

Thoughts are so temporary,
I feel unstable and I need closure.
I guess that is how everyone lives,
on their toes.

I just want to disappear
and forget
and ponder
and never lose inspiration again.