Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
How do I write about inspiration?
I am not inspired,
I’m tired and drained and out of sorts—
I have nothing.
I understand this feeling, I've been having it a lot lately. Maybe today's, Monday's, prompt will help shift your mood.