My mind feels flat like a deflated balloon.

Many intentions, many desires.

I try to focus on something, anything,

But there’s no current flowing through the wires.

Things I meant to accomplish by now;

Tasks to be completed left undone.

My efforts are like stormy clouds 

covering the sun.

My thoughts die before they form.

My will collapses like clay.

Please don’t let bedtime come 

before I even have a day.

Words wait to be written.

My canvas waits for its finish.

So many directions, no final destination.

I watch as my creativity diminishes.