connect

i just can’t think of words
can‘t carry the weight they do
and can’t think as sharp  
as i’d like to be.  
 
there’s no creativity
or passion left
in my veins
blood runs cold
nights get shorter
and i get smaller  
 
can’t think of something to write
and it drives me crazy
my mind is a mess
all confused because of them
people
circumstances
i am sick
and just want to lie down
in the dark, and
connect with the words again