This was a poem I wrote in English when I was having a lot of problems
coming up with a Shakespearean style sonnet for my teacher. I was having a
crappy day, and to say in the least, this title was very appropriate for
the way my day was going.

Uninspired
What does it feel like to be uninspired?
I finally now know.
Looking at what seems to be bright flowers,
I see nothing.
Complete and utter darkness fill my mind;
Devoid of feeling, I stumble, searching
For a way to go back
To a state of sanity.
Bright reds become muddy browns,
Blinding yellows are drab grays,
Hues of blue and green turn to nothingness
Before my blind eyes.
I scream and beg,
Longing to return to peacefulness.
I call out, but nothing helps
Nothing eases the pain of being
Utterly alone and uninspired.