Sleep beckons but I fear
I'll go another round
Of awakening to you,my dear
The daily haunting commonly found

Unsure as to why
My pen draws inspiration
From a place dead and dry
Somebody rid me of these delusions!

None of your written word
Credits me for it's existence
Over me they soared
Your audio claims in the distance

Dead or softly alive 
I remain unused as your inspiration
Severed links between poems and I
Of me, your art may never envision