A room stood, shrouded
by shadows,
a short pine table sat still
with scraps
of paper
falling far down slippery sides
onto shag carpet.
A man stood, shrouded
by shadows,
in a bright doorway, a still statue.
his face was sunken, stationed
in scarred fingers
while lost ideas poured out of sad, star
eyes like slow
tears falling out of reach.
Sincerely,
An Uninspired Man