Writing poems through hazy clouds
No more tears fall so no more words
I have nothing to fling onto these pages
I am out of words
I traded too much for numbness
I trade tired of forgetting what sleep felt like
To rested with no rest from the numbness that has filled my head
Drowning out voices of self destruction but also self expression.
I wonder if I am just empty
Spent like a dollar bill traded for something else
What am I becoming
What can I create
Am I what I should be
Can I create what I should create
I am out of ideas
I am numb where before i was pained
Is it improvement?
Not for my poem’s sake.