Dilemma

Early morning hunger pangs;

I am awoken by a rumbling brain

that refuses to settle for nothing less

than a familiar taste to write again

Groggy eyed with paper-pen

I hunt the cabinets of my mind

In search of an age I'd left behind

I raid the refrigerator of my soul

Scouring for memories frozen in time

But all in vain I realize

The cabinets, dusty with my moth-eaten past

The ice-box, with memories that couldn't last

even in cold-storage; they now refuse to thaw

As I wait helpless and emotion-free

Famished of inspiration for poetry