Each day when I begin, I face a blank page
With no prompts from others, I'm emptied
Unimportant thoughts announce themselves
The important thoughts are hiding, silenced
I'm tired and drained, I despair in darkness
All the while my important memories flee
Untamed, just like children upon caffeine
With no particular patterns, but far away
I'm left wondering, what have I done
To deserve this end of life and dreams
No, now I'm present but still gone