HELP

Abysmal

My mind feels like it has gone,

On an errand to Neverland.

I fell like my mind is on fire,

From writing too many words.

I’m tired and drained,

Nobody explained to me,

Just how hard writing is.

Today was slow for you,

Yet it ran by me.

Nowadays I want the time to slow down,

I’m losing track of days.

I want to scream “Oh nah”

But it doesn’t seem appropriate.

There’s no muse to write from,

I’m a dried flower,

With no single drop of water to revive me.

Now watch me die,

The words I once wrote floating over the pages.

Victor Mairo