Lost

The words are gone

my pen—frozen.

I know not the reason,

it just happened.

Depression normally

gives me life,

my sadness fuels

my writing,

but no more.

In need of happiness

my eyes blinded with tears

I can't see what to write.

I long for my sight to return.

Where's my inspiration

when I need it?

Why can't someone tell me?

Forever lost…