The poem that won't come

Sitting in a dead room
With a dead noise
In a dead heat
Hoping for a poem that will bring my life to life
Fabricate an illusion that there is momentum
Passion
Love
To wake up to everyday
That I don’t need to listen to dead hums
And sarcastic drones
That mock my life
For what it lacks
And what I have still to gain
So I sit here waiting
For the poem that won’t come