What gives inspiration?
Why must it often be
a dark unforgettable
or dissaster

Why cant I write
just to write
of trees
or natures beauty?

I've tried
but my trees
burned and died
My inspiration
black as the ash
from the times
I have burned

The missed chances
The unclear, dark future
And the love I'm
missing out on

Why must my inspiration
be dark
Will it take a miracle
like the return of
my butterfly
to change my

I hope the past
will stop replaying
and give me a rest
from the misery
it plauges me with
The stuff of nightmares

I laugh at the thought
of my inspiration changing
It seems so permanent

If only the one thing
could happen
that could change
my inspiration
If only

Tim Kashore