Unwritten Letters - Poems And Quotes

Loss of Motivation

Dreams,
Why are they unreachable,
Unattainable?
They call my name,
Beseeching for my attention,
But I have lost any sort of love,
For the passion of mine.

Pencils no longer yearn for me to use them,
Lined paper no longer being filled,
Piano keys cried to be plucked,
Yet I could not bring myself to play what I loved.
Guitar strings fell out of tune,
The heartwarming music now no longer sweet.

And I began to fall into a void of darkness,
Allowing my mind to feed me with lies,
And taking away any sort of hope that laid deep inside me.
I wanted so much to escape the pit of my mind,
Yet I could not run from the lies or the truth.

The excitement no longer rushed through my veins,
From the lyrics that filled my head,
Or the beatiful music my hands were capable of playing.
Creativity now was nothing,
Just a blank piece of paper that lied on the ground,
An unfilled canvas,
Stroked with brushes when there was no paint.

My mind became the brushes,
Painting away my life with black ink,
Writing my unwritten story,
Question marks written everywhere I turned,
Because I could not answer the untelling truth.

I have come to the conclusion,
That I am not good enough.
Not good enough to attain my dreams,
Not good enough to reach for the clouds,
Or shine like a star.
I have realized,
That I am a nobody,
And perhaps will always remain a nobody.