I can't write, poetry.

I can’t write; poetry

Shadows from the blank light bulbs overhead

Cast words below the cloak of consequence

The conception of Pretext

Thrusting the struggle for words

underneath

Uncovering is uncomfortable

(But)

I am unproductive.

We have smothered luminescence

Only the fragmented color spectrum

Caresses opaque drapes

I long for penetration

Profane vindication

Atonement

Banality lurks behind the façade of permanence

Insidiously eclipsing the glow of creation

E(In)vasion

Even when my mind is fecund

Words are stillborn

Unnoticed in suffocating darkness