Nothing

Nothing
I do
is for me.

My life
has lost
all meaning
for myself.
No
inspiration.

Inspiration is drained
Straight from my soul,
dredged up from the depths
of this vast sea of emotion,
taken all away
like the currents
becoming still
throughout
The ocean
just a stagnant pool.

You've taken it all away,
while seemingly giving me
All I've ever wanted.
You've broken me down
like a shell on the beach,
carried away with
a flurry of black feathers,
only decoration
in the nest of a greedy crow.