This piece of writing (I'm not sure how to classify it), is very much drawn from one of Steemit's greatest poetic treasures @carmalain7.

After hearing @carmalain7 spoken word I asked if I could write a response.

In that time I have lost my words. I have tried to recapture them here. To tell him how much I appreciate his work and have enjoyed hearing his Spoken word on DTube.

I have had times when I felt thought blocked before. It is frustrating, but I'm sure it is a perfect reflection of my need for balance in life.

Thank you for letting me hack at your work @carmalain7.

Although you did give me the go-ahead during a much more productive period, I am grateful and will have another try when the fog lifts.

With his permission I used his poem The Way We Used To, for inspiration, to help me find my words again.

Here it is.

I actually wrote it twice. Earlier in the night I wrote a version and wiped it accidently, wept, and I wrote this completely different one, as the sun came up.

I am completing it now, as my family leave for the day.

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Please, tell me something.

Once again he speaks to me The way we used to
Drawn to his verse as I am at this hour,
To comfort solitude of nocte ruminations, rehashed notions, revised quotes, regrets, pretty ideas and dreams not realised yet
As vivid as the days are monotoned.

Please, tell me something, anything,
Words carry me,
Cycling through the hours
Clock watching
And running around
My head in a TV marathon
The colours of the screen hypnotic
A mesmerising splash of halogen to assist in the denial of circadian truths.
I find myself again
Trapped in an endless night
When we could be sleeping.

Listening to the buzz
My ears
Join the cacophony of fridge white noise, TV turned down low in an attempt to not disturb the rested, the grind of my computer overheating,
And tears that never escape to flow,
Eb brimming at the glazed banks.
Rolling waves crash down behind eyes that should feel heavy,
blurry yet fixed upon a place past the TV screen, peering into the world within.

Wasting away
Awaiting the day
To lace up a smile
So others can embrace the sun
Join the world of outside and people and the possibility of chance meeting and surprise circumstance,
Their day stretching out
In chromatic bright lit featured editions.
As I prepare for another
Reverse monochrome,
I bid them farewell and my love.

Back tracking,
At six
The slightest commotion announces the night near compete,
The welcomed
Carefully place barefoot
Emerges with a creaking of a door handle,
A spark a giggle and a snap
He awakes bright in an instant.

Like a streak of light crossing the sky
My very own dog star
Sprang from the night
Down from the heavens
Dribbling as a brook
Like Sirius ascending, to declare the dawn.
He settles, residing in my little ones eyes.

So dark are his eyes
A task it is distinguishing iris from pupil,
Depth of dark layers
The night sky within
Brightest before dawn
Just as the wolf's blazing trail
Heads east
Greeting the sun.
As canis major shines brightest,
My own gift from heaven
My own son
Lights my dawn.
With the glint of the chieftain
Illuminating the morning
Declaring the night fin.

He clamber onto my lap,
Tucks me up tight in an a blanketed embrace of Reverent appreciation,
Each morning I hold him and wish it never to end, that he never grows tired,
In that moment I know all days are numbered, only rendering them more cherished.

I feign I've just risen
Cast a silent prayer towards the now bright sky,
A prayer that hums in my heart and lingers on the tips of my fingers too
Pleading for anything.
Please, tell me something.

Leaning on my strongest allies, denial, and stubbornness,
As I enter the day,
Again caught inbetween
Every grey day the same hue
If only I could play it in reverse.

My days are spent wading through guilt, thicker than stagnating milk,
Chemically engineered to complete the hours, auto piloted on cruise control, teetering like tricky pins and occasionally coming a foul of the slippery rocks.

But always beginning with one hundred kisses and a word, love.
That single word aids all
Provides the necessities to complete just one more day, in full knowledge that no prayer will deliver
an end.

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Please take the time to check out @carmalain7's work.
This latest piece for the writing impact challenge is mind blowing.

Here are the links to the piece I referenced.
https://steemit.com/poetry/@carmalain7/ogkrhvx6
https://steemit.com/poetry/@carmalain7/the-way-we-used-to

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