Soul sucking void of creativity.
That's what's become of me.
I have no words to say.
No games to play.
It's just me and myself
and that penguin I named Daisy.
And the absence of my brain.
Will I ever be the same?
I got so good at translating the pain
into my own personal gain
but now I am speechless
hiding under my surface
stuck in my brain
not acting the same
when will the pain go away
and make room
for a new way.
A new inspiration
a new spark.
When will the clouds go away
and make room
for the rainbow
after the storm?
