Is anything ever enough?

spoken word

I crave inspiration.

its like reaching out in the darkness 
clinging to the wall while avoiding
the sleeping dog, 
careful to step quietly over the cat
in search for...
what again?
a glass of water?
the sickening urge to hit 
the delete key,
erase the rubbish my
ruined fingers wrote in 
black ink behind the 
dresser in the bedroom -
symbols meant to be
deciphered by future generations.