Artistically Broken

Mind bending,
Teeth clenching,
Fist inspiring,
Is this writing?

Empty feelings,
Cold hands,
The ink is frozen,
Nothing touches paper.

Music,
Just noise,
A cluttering of the mind,
No solace there.

Fingers fumbled,
Brush strokes are binding,
Falling off the edge of the canvas,
Wanting more,
Finding nothing.

Where has inspiration gone?
Sitting on another shoulder,
Whispering in another ear,
Giving away my ideas?

Art,
Like all else,
Has left me,
But I know it shall return.