I've lost my inspiration dear
I thought that you held it near
But now I see it isn't here
It seems to have disappeared.
I don't think I can find it again
It was hard enough back then
I am searching for an end
But now I'm back to start again.
Why doesn't anything change?
Places go, but space remains the same
I'm afraid I haven't learned the game
Now all I feel is sane
Trapped in a bitter sweet tear
The resolution of this isn't clear
Soaked in the pain of fear
I don't want to start from here
I hoped that I would get in range
Instead I feel the lines are strange
Where did you hide my blank page?
Was it tossed in your rage?
Our time, what it was made of?
Was it for desperation and not for love?
So my inspiration was lost above
On the ninth bar of your octave
© donovan (dono) evans
October 10, 2009