Distress

I stare down at the blank abyss.

It's mocking me.

I'm going on a week now.

Anxious sweat fills my palms.

I can not muster these feelings into words.

It is heart wrenching to watch so much potential dissolve.

I can not bear to stare at this blank slate a second more.

My sanity has reached its limit.

I yearn to translate this foreign language to beautiful song. 

My body itches with distress.

Just one sentence is all it takes to pull me from the void.