before you lift your head

from the pillow

the sadness or is it madness

is there blue black

behind the eyes

finding coffee & drinking water

reviewing the night passed

the possibility arises

this is nothing but regret

the words spoken like fire

upsetting friends & enemies

truths not needed uttered

the audience holding breath

not knowing where you were going

feeling dread but wanting more

the coffee hits water level goes down

hydration comes as you wonder

who is talking to you & who

has closed their door

your pen waits fresh pages to fill

the muse hangs back a while

this struggle between inspiration

battle of will