desperation.

[umbrellas__]

i can't decide if this is finished yet, but i like it enough i guess.

completely in the dark, chained to 
my possessions and thoughts,
weighed down with cinder-block ideas.
starving for paper, bones dry from 
the lack of ink, the absence of origin.
i'm kneeling in ashes--
the ruins of all the old lines,
the dust of all the words that never fit.
i can't sweep it up. 
my tongue is tied.