I sit

staring at

a blank computer screen

an empty notebook

a drained mind

No inspiration

to give

insight

depth

hope

I stand

to pace

to think

to be at peace

But can’t

move to

find peace

find spirit

find words

No escape

from mind

or soul

or unease

or pain

No release

from world

bias

hate

indiscretion

I hate

what I

have become

have converted

have morphed

I hate

the world

its lies

its pain

its fear