Gone

My inspiration is sucked from my veins slowly but soon all is lost

Emotions are now not hurricanes but more like gentle rain showers

Words no longer flow from my fingertips 

My mind no longer races but the ideas never come

I've lost my skill I've lost my power

I trust that this will help me I trust that I will write again

I trust that I will get there 

But for now there is nothing 

For now there are blue skies tinted gray 

For now there are everliving flowers made of plastic

For now it's all fake

I think I have happy depression

For now it's all 

Gone