The words that whisper

Here I am again old friends
Whispering to myself and at my wits ends
Surrounded again by familiar faces
Of the numbness and hurt there are no traces

Here I am again
Looking for solace from the pain
A thousand ideas floating and floating
Whispering to me and begging writing

Here I am again alone
Feeling pieces of me slowly turn to stone
The words all slowly whisper to me
And I'm no longer conscious you see

Here I am again and nothing matters
And only to the inner voice I cater
No other thought resounds and I am free
As I go on my writing spree

Here I am ... jus a bit later
reading what I put to paper
So this is where its like to be a writer
I hate it... I hate being alone here