Days have been chaotic.
Head filled with words,
Tongue twisted with questions,
Lips left bare without answers.

Days filled with meaningless words,
Nights left empty and hallow.
I haven't seen the sunset since my last poem.
I haven't seen the moon rise since the blue moon.

I haven't been myself I'm months,
My world is starting to gloom.
I don't know what to make of anything,
Other than feeling useless and empty.

I can't do anything,
My hands tied back...