My throat is hoarse
My voice is squeaky
My words fail me
All I can utter is that
I’m uninspired

The grandfather clock ticks away the minutes
These mature into hours
I have to turn in this poem
But lo and behold
I’m uninspired

My heart palpitates
My head feels dizzy
My fingers feel cold
I can’t move
I can only blame it on the fact that
I’m uninspired

My hearing fades with the wind
My hands feel numb
And as my vision blurs
I reminisce about how my life was
Uninspired