To continue in the poetic vein, an abrupt jump from dawn to dusk!!....

DUSK!

Dusk again,

The mercury is unbelievably low.

A long night ahead-

Nothing to do, nowhere to go.

I pick up my pen: yes, I'll write a poem!

My hands are numb, my mind is blank,

What shall I write?

Nothing!

Nobody to inspire me, nobody at all!

There's nothing I can do.

No words come out flowing

As they once used to...

Is this a poem..? Certainly not!

It's just another dusk.

Cold, dull and dragging...

Is this the dusk of my life...?