Claustrophobic Nowhere

I once had a spirit, free-willed like a stallion.

With each pen-stroke, came words from a poet.

There once was a canvas, splattered with colour. 

I lived, loved, and lost, with no fear of failure, 

But the walls of this nowhere squeeze out the artist inside me. 

I struggle to break free, but these walls encase me.

I'm trapped without inspiration, in this claustrophobic nowhere.

Unable to break free to a wide-open somewhere.