Writer's Fade

that idea was there, it's gone now

inspiration can spoil

but no, not like a rotten apple

that is natural and understandable

more like a poison that blackens it,

that seeps into it's enlightened veins

and turns a once whimsical thought

into darkness and utter devastation

inspiration can vanish

but no, not like a magician's act

with you content on the edge of your seat

more like a lost child

your heart is in your throat

and you're dying to get it back

into a loving embrace

and not to be left alone and hurt

inspiration can twist

but no, not like a twizzler 

a tasty unique treat

more like a turn in a mystery novel

that makes you uncomfortable,

for what you predicted would happen

is all wrong, 

so now what?