My God Has Left Me

Feelings of loneliness and emptiness, without inspiration.

My Inspirations left me
Soul empty
Head clacking
Reading Verses and Prose
Searching for that higher Evolution
of me
of man
Of my connection to the
Universe

I used to talk
to God just fine
with ingestion of some concoction
to lower my
inhibitions, like wine
before sex
But now I find the cask is
empty
so too is my
Bed

It is Difficult
to ignore
the Creeping Static
the Negative Space
the Has Been
the Never~Was

Spending so much
Time
rethinking
My Version
of what IS reality
Drinking in Life
and
Feeling all of my Surroundings

Quiet
is not
a State I Have
Learned to
Endure, nor Is
Patients a dear Friend of mine

My muse
no longer Tolerates
my Absence
and my Imagination is at
it's very End...