There's Still Hope

My head aches.

My heart pines.

My pen is broken,

Or laziness has climbed upon me like vines.

Though I am a sick,

But I can be cured.

Or maybe some Opium,

Can help my pain to endure.

Because I know an end of this,

Is waiting for me to fix.

Or burn me down and I will again,

Rise like a Phoenix.