my Brank
I lost my confidence, somewhere along the way,
And without it, there is only creative delay.
Now I rhyme like a schoolgirl,
Functioning in a dark blur.
A prisoner here, in these thoughts, in this black spaced mind of mine.
A skeleton without its bones.
A drone without its home.
A maker with no minions, a child with no decisions.
I want to blame; so who took my muse?
I want to curse; who the hell blew my fuse?
I would quit if I could, but they know I never would.
They know I am nothing without words; nothing without their thoughts.
They know I am their prodigy, still mending and molding me to their ways,
So here I must sit and wait and endlessly pray.
Too many days I've been on pause,
I am bored, so maybe I am the cause.
But I’ll still fault them for making me lazy.
I am simple and useless, without my brand of crazy.