Dam

My thoughts want to flow,

But there’s some hidden dam.

My cup ain’t even half full,

Optimism can’t save me now.

And what do I owe?

I don’t know what I am…

I’m afraid this’ll turn dull,

But I’m just stalling anyhow.

My star is fading,

I’m staring at nothing.

Tomorrow I keep aging,

Hope that I can write anything.