Need You Back.. Inspiration.

 I can't find my inspiration.
I'd get up 3am,
Lines jotting down and a light smile.
But I stare at this screen,
My fingers unable,
And my head crying out.
I miss the long nights of writing,
Of my personal reminder,
That everything's okay.
My eyes hold a blank stare,
But my veins carry the excitement of a Poet's.
I crave the ink pen,
The rundown keyboard on a shitty laptop.
The feeling of being blindfolded,
And surrounded by thousands of voices,
Circling and fading.
Lost in a world,
Full of bland and dead.

I need the coal to fuel the fire,
Because I'm left to watch as these embers die with a slow dull flame.