I need the practice

My words have wilted

They've become lifeless in their skill

Fractured in their structure

Drained of value, pulled of integrity

Desperate for attention, ignored for their casualness

Intertwined in cliché

My words have died

They have been poisoned

Injected with stale pain, dulled by inactivity

I've forgotten how to make them dance

What madness have I fallen into?