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Uninspired
I am so uninspired
I don’t know why my brain’s so fried
What’s with this dissociative state I’ve sired?
Like my own depression I’ve hired
It seeps into everything I do
Where the world is more grey than blue
I can’t say I like this monochromatic hue
That seems stuck to me like superglue
The words they die on my lips
With pages crumpled in my grip
Everything beautiful seems to slip
Through it all I stumble and trip
The darkness, this time, leaves me wanting
Days that aren’t so haunting
All my talent, I’m not flaunting
When it’s my own words that are taunting
If you tell me how awesome I can be
Don’t be surprised when I flee
Awesome doesn’t feel like me
It’s not reflected by what I see
I try to find words that fit
Wondering if they’re legit
And don’t make me look like a git
I want to create ones that hit
I want to feel light and inspired
And not like I’ve just been fired
From the only thing I love, desire
I don’t know, maybe this mind blank isn’t so dire…
© Indie Adams 2011
I don’t know why my brain’s so fried
What’s with this dissociative state I’ve sired?
Like my own depression I’ve hired
It seeps into everything I do
Where the world is more grey than blue
I can’t say I like this monochromatic hue
That seems stuck to me like superglue
The words they die on my lips
With pages crumpled in my grip
Everything beautiful seems to slip
Through it all I stumble and trip
The darkness, this time, leaves me wanting
Days that aren’t so haunting
All my talent, I’m not flaunting
When it’s my own words that are taunting
If you tell me how awesome I can be
Don’t be surprised when I flee
Awesome doesn’t feel like me
It’s not reflected by what I see
I try to find words that fit
Wondering if they’re legit
And don’t make me look like a git
I want to create ones that hit
I want to feel light and inspired
And not like I’ve just been fired
From the only thing I love, desire
I don’t know, maybe this mind blank isn’t so dire…
© Indie Adams 2011
Published 11th Sep 2011
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11th Sep 2011 3:04am
I don't read much poetry because much of it makes no sense,nonsense,sickness or is just too pretty and contrite..So far there are few poems I can actually identify with.This poem is one of them....I like it and your writing style too.
11th Sep 2011 3:17am
Thanks, i think poetry should be real and accessible to everyone. Just because it's unreadable doesn't make it profound lol.
