Poem - Passionless
I’m afraid to write
There is
a lack
Of inspiration
And the pen shakes free of my trembling hand
As emptiness claims more authority in my soul
I call for the forgiving tears of passion
But they have left me
alone
And without them the pen
Loses significance.
Erratic. I am erratic.
I chip away at my nail polish
Thoughtfully, thoughtlessly…
confusion reigns. I am unguided.
i am tired of this mediocre living.
I am weary of trying to escape a captivity
Which is eternal, at least
For now.
It drives into me.
The bars close in.
I am in pain.
I think about the irony of passion.
