Fallen Art

Fallen art is worst than than falling arches
the brains creativity zone stops dripping with imagination it becomes fractured

numb

frozen in limbo

depriving

conniving

no whisper

no hum

motivational circuits burned to a crisp, dried and used up
focus non existent with thoughts barely floating through a mind
shattered by trauma
filled with regret, illusions take over, the creativity has fallen asleep in the attic of the brain and refuses to be woken up

Is it dead?
on life support?
can it be revived?
it's essence was vibrant and free
always seemed to be well fed
that fuel has dissolved
that part of me has been shelved for my future I dread