My inspiration is lacking in every way

I want to write a poem

I haven’t in months

My inspiration is lacking in every way

What is the last thing I wrote, I sang, I drew?

I wish I could remember

I’ve done it all from photos to paint

My ears bleed from the music of my life

But when the paper is in front of me, I can’t think

Camera; take a picture

Pencil; draw a friend

Shoes; take me dancing

Pulse; beat fast when art flashes in those-

Eyes; look 

I taste but it is water

I see but it is night

I hear but there is silence

I touch but it dissolves

I smell but it is weak

I feel…

            but there is nothing

I want to write a poem

I haven’t written a good one in months

My inspiration is lacking in every way