Gone

It's three in the morning
I should be in bed
There's only one thought
rattling in my head

My coffee is freezing
It's not good for my health
why do I keep
punishing myself

my fingers are stagnant
my confidence in fragments

I look up now
it's quarter to four
I really don't think
I can't take any more

This question is burning
a hole in my soul

where has my inspiration gone?