Alone Inside

It's time for me to write again But then my mind is off and gone The words are quite a strain When consciousness is all alone It's as if my legs itch to walk But my feet can't stand at all My tongue is burning to talk But my words will surely fall The time has come for me to compose If only I could find the words The creative mind with all its woes Now is just a rusted sword I seek those things to cheer your life Bunnies and butterflies and lovely flowers All I see are visions of strife Fires and swamps and gloomy showers If only I could create a line That would set my soul alight To unravel this tale of mine And wash away this lonely night But alas I sit here all alone And think of nothing but doom My mind has wondered off, it's gone And left me all alone inside my tomb