To be Inspired

I should be inspired,
But I’m tired.

I should throw some fuel on the this fire,
I should be a lighter an igniter,
This poem should burn through the pages,
And speak to the ages,
But I’m empty.

I should feed this passion and nurture the dream,
It should subsist on steak and ice cream.

I’ve got crackers.

Forced poems should never exist,
This fucker reads like a list,
A list of what I need.

Greed,
Love,
Anger
Fear,
Death,
Birth,
Light,
Dark,
Hate,
Jealousy,
Change,

To be inspired.