There is nothing,
Nothing inside my head,
Where there once was colour, words,
No dread.
My mind is only empty,
Nothing here,
No sound,
There is no inspiration,
There is nothing,
That, is no doubt.
Where did all of my brilliant words go?
My songs, my stories!
Why is there no laughter?
All I can do is fight,
Fight for what I had,
For that thing that died inside,
That detail that fell,
Behind my books, behind my chairs.
Perhaps when I am happy again,
My talents will come back,
But for now,
With this fog,
I turn in circles,
And do not return.
-Merrie xox
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