I don’t know what to write,

I never really do.

What do I have to say

that is worth sharing 

in this world where everything

has been done,

everything

has been said?

I am nothing but a fountain of nonsense

with a worthless accumulation 

of phrases and words 

that are already written down,

somewhere. 

I want nothing more than to say 

something worthwhile, 

something that can move you, 

something that can encapsulate 

the burning pit of nothing 

that I feel in my chest

when I wake up sober in the morning.

Welcome,

to my only debilitated desire.