In quite a while, nothing has been written.
I guess, in truth, that inspiration just hasn't stricken.

I haven't turned my computer on as often as I should,
I tried to get on, whenever I could.

Something else always required my attention,
My mood started changing, bordering on depression.

Into hopelessness I often fell,
And I know that feeling all too well.

In the end, I forced myself to write, worrying about the outcome.
It only took me three hours, four sodas, and a nap until I was done.

And this is the final product. I'm not quite sure what to think.
I think I'll just go and get another soda to drink.