Inspiration

White cold and absent letters, I am void of accomplishment. 

Reaching out to you my dear, praying for an acknowledgement. 

Is it you, could it be, returning to my page?

.

It is I, it shall be, returning as your sage. 

I send you static, I breathe you life, 

Feel my warmth, release your strife. 

.

Why hello there stranger, so much to say,

I’ve been waiting for you night and day. 

Are you staying, please say so? 

.

I’m sorry I left you feeling low.

I come I go, as fickle as a forest floor, 

though you are always welcome to knock my door. 

.

My hands are tired when you’re not around 

I struggle to let alone make a sound,

at most a sigh, a cry, a hollow growl. 

.

Then take my hand and together we howl,

Let it all out my dear, fly, like shit if a stick,

we’ll have a good run, as long as you’re quick.

.

So alas the truth, you’ll leave me again, 

to rot in frustration and wade in disdain.

My head is full and I’m a sea of doubt. 

.

Then make the most of me when I shout.

Years, my dear, only make things worse,

For there is no towbar on your hearse.