Flat White

Blocked again.
Rhymes are forced,
characters weak,
same dumb words
echo again and...
Need an idea.
Anything. Something.
Just need to
get the ink flowing,
need to darken this
flat white page
before I scream.

No muse again.
Lines are crooked,
colors dim,
keep drawing
the same shapes.
Need inspiration.
From anywhere. Somewhere.
Just need to paint,
pull brush and smear
out this flat white canvas
before I lose it.

No home again.
Bank letters,
mother's tears,
a suitcase full
of a life lost.
Need sanctuary.
This shelter
is temporary,
can't relax here.
No homey feel
with the damn
flat white walls
that suffocate.

No sanity again.
Rocking, rocking...
Talking helps,
the pills don't,
the window has
a view of grass.
Need escape.
From here. From there.
Just need to breathe,
find a way to break out
of this flat white life
before I disappear.