Inspiration?
Inspiration ?
Inspiration has left the room
I felt it leave slowly
But all at once it was gone.
I wish I’d beg it to stay
I wish it would visit
Even just for one day
I felt the emptiness it left
The mess
The stress that replaced it.
The only thing it left was a cloud
The cloud devoured me whole
It took my soul
It made the sun Cry
It gave me this feeling
Of wanting to die
Things no longer made me happy
My body felt weak
I no longer wanted to speak
I sat alone
My heart felt like it was made of stone
I was cold
Internally cold
Days went by
All I did was sigh
I left my friends
I left my happiness.
I was no longer inspired to live
One day something changed
It was strange
My body felt rearranged
I looked in the mirror
With a tear in my eye
I no longer wanted to cry
I no longer wanted to die
I was inspired to put smiles on frowns
To travel and change towns
To make a mark
To show everyone my spark
I guess I was inspired by the dark
To turn to light
To become bright
To become me
And that’s all I ever want to be.
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