In a darkened room
creativity lingers
On the edge of desperation.
Boredom fills lungs, lacking
inspiration.
Souls fade, washed away by
missed oppurtunities.
A bare pad, a skeleton
Of ideas, awaits
a coat of paint.
Cover from the chill
of another lonely day.
In it's dreams ,
rescue awaits.
A golden brush
swyping away the clouds.
Letting creativity bloom
in a darkened room.