through this door ... Inspiration

shadowed desire

shadowed desire

I crumble the

blank sheet of paper

dropping it

next to the

broken pencil

alongside

lost illusions

and

fading

inspiration

I push the chair

neatly

against the desk

and

turn off the

desk lamp

the darkness

now

my shadowed desire

i leave

the room

closing

the door

behind me

perhaps

one day

the shadows

will fade

and my

desire

will be allowed

to return