Inspirationless

I wrote this one day while I was trying to obtain some inspiration by listening to my iTunes library but I couldn't so I wrote about my lack of inspiration instead, all though I do Mention two songs.

I sit and I wonder.

Not knowing what to write.

Dig through the treasures

lost deep in my mind.

For creativity is

restricted by day,

only flowing

freely by night.

My mind ponders

on this problem,

seeing no answer in sight.

Though this does not

make me sad,

for my future looks bright.

All my battles are won.

Boredom is all that

I have left to fight.

So I sit here and listen,

to songs of great hate,

to songs of great love,

songs of love’s soldiers,

of the tears of white doves;

But still no inspiration

comes to my mind

when my world

is full of light.

So I will

wait for the dark times;

So that I may

Once more write.