Lacking Inspiration

For my stories, they feel very dull right now
A doubt I have stirred within myself
This is not the moment where I take a bow
In a poem in which I am free
I may or may not feel glee.

These moments feel like an eternity
I wait, and I wait, and I wait
Oh, the mental absurdity
Stuck like this without a numbered date
I wait, and I wait, and I wait.

My stories need more color
I have power within my pages
I will not make my creations duller
My worlds are not determined by the wages that others place
I am free to choose what becomes of them, so do not spit in my face.

— Dylan Lloyd