Facing A Blank: Part 3 Poem by Poet Dragon

Here I am facing a blank page once again,
searching the white for borders and meaning.
Where my inspiration has dried up like a river
in the driest summer, in this famine filled place
where meaning dares not tread for fear of death.
Up at five thirty, looking out at the morning
the touch of cold air is only that, a touch
morning twilight glimmers over clouds,
but they bring no hope for change or growth
This life was given for what reason?
to seek out sustenance in this place
Green profusion is everywhere, yet all is dead
the goal is there, but it is uncouth and evil
Why search for such goals, except to fit in
when there are riches beyond the desert?
Every day we gather together in comradeship
and it is like a shallow oasis, there and gone.
Holding together for a deeper pool; love maybe
or for the wine that we consume just to smile.
And each night in hope I look to her face,
see not the signs, and take one more drink
It is despair brought to life in false happiness.
And I face the blank alone, holding tight to reason-
that this, too, shall pass beyond the blank spaces.