River of Inspiration

I used to

sit on the banks

of wonder

and carelessly

dip my toes in those

shining waters

loving the way that

my reflection whispered

of stories

that had yet

to be

written.

But the river I loved

lives no longer

and I am left

crouching

in the hot sand,

laughing at the void

and hating the way

that the void

laughs

back

at me.