No Inspiration

Waiting for epiphany.

And no inspiration.

Melded with life’s boundless colors,
And I’ve got
No inspiration.

Sifting through my barren mind,
But not finding what I need.

There is only disappointment, discontent.

Seconds
Rock
By.

I feel life’s slow ebb.

And I wonder if this is the end
Of my darling inspiration.

"Don't despair," she sickly croaks, "I will be strong again, and my passionate ardor will augment a thousandfold."

"A blessed relief," is my teary reply, "My pen will rest until we are whole.
Now sleep, Inspiration, in peaceful rejuvenation."

My lips upturn, my mind lightens,
And I smile.