Lost Inspiration

Once, my inspiration was a daily event.
Early, like clockwork, she would greet me
And presently we would proceed on our way.
But she has left me. Vainly, in the night,
I grope for her, hoping to recover her blazing light.
Now I am greeted by darkness, empty corridors,
And I walk aimlessly, alone.
Inspiration, what task drove you from my side?
Where have you gone?

Author's Note

A return to my normal style of poetry, I'm putting prose poetry down for a while.

Reviews

[Kuandio]

You captured what it feels like to be driven by inspiration, the way it is everyday and nonstop. Now and then I feel less inspired, but usually find that it is because of other things in my life that depress me or are not working out that kind of overshadow some of the joy in writing

[Laminators Dubai]

its short...
no more no less perfect...
we get what you say...

thanks for sharing the rhyme...

[Glen]

I really like this poem; the flow of the words and the message are simply terrific. thanks

[EastN]

Thanks for taking the time to review my piece.