Nothing more to say

This poem is for anyone who has ever felt this way. Lost in something far greater then they are, yet attached to the world with a string. What to do is the question to ask yourself, even if you draw a blank. If all else fails, write a poem about not being able to write a poem.

Sometimes, the words don't come
My fingers are still
Thoughts are erratic
Lines are jagged
My computer screen
Glows in my face
My eyes are blank
My thoughts wander
Aimlessly
As fish wander through
Seas of kelp
My eyelids grow heavy
As I sit and ponder the world
Simple things begin to have meaning
The sunlight on my desk chair
The dusty soccer trophy on my bookcase
 A bare branch tap tap tapping on my window
Yet still
The words don't come
Won't come
My computer goes to sleep
After a period of inactivity
And I watch
The blackness of the screen
Thinking
A hole in the wall
Catches my attention
I stare into space
Nothing to write about
My wrinkled shirt lies dirty on the floor
And still
The words don't come