Watch

I watch them as they wander lost.... alone.... without a purpose so restless.... irritable.... discontented their muse has taken flight. I listen to the howling winds how they cry.... with deep lament carrying the voice of desperation my God.... what a mournful sound. Gone are the days of clarity visionary wells are dry as chaos twirls.... Dusty thoughts are swirled but naught can ease their plight. I watch them wander aimlessly burned out... so filled with strife hopeless... helpless... inspiration snuffed their muse has taken flight.