Poems based on random inspirations

The Woe of a Deprived Author

The Woe of a Deprived Author

A sense of urgency

that has yet to be quenched.

Inspirations forsaken

Left to rot and fade away.

Longing to write,

to create a light in the darkness.

But instead forced

to stand and suffer

the deprivation.

The feeling of worthlessness

left to take over your soul.

How else can you feel,

when your sole reason for existence,

is to breathe life into words on a page?

You laugh bitterly and face the consequences,

try to embrace the challenge,

this new opening in life.

But despair for one side of your mind accepts the thought,

while the other still creates phrases

At the ready to be put together into a masterpice.

Your insides burst with poetry

and inspiration so fine,

but they are useless.

the thought of this waste,

aches and tears at your chest.

As a musician's tool is their instrument,

and an athlete's tool is their body,

YOUR tool is your imagination.

But whats the use when you are deprived,

of the asset that makes it count?

Your creativity is nothing,

when you can't bring it into reality.

a.n.: for me, this is pretty long, isn't it? i hope so. and i have MAJOR writes' block for my story Fantasia, so i have to break that promise. >_<,