Inertia

Short spates of workaholic spurts of frenzied work. A burst of starlight That ignites the black, Blights the black, Fights the black, Rights the black Until the dark silence returns, Until the frantic moments Are usurped By doldrums of daunting inertia, A vast swathe of offensive nothingness, A vapid vessel of pensive emptiness, A quagmire of numbness, Blindness, dumbness And a brutal sense of futility.