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INSPIRATION -- please critique

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I turn to the past,
And itÂ’s empty.
I turn to the future,
And itÂ’s hollow.
I turn to the present,
And I get sick.
Looking for a way to go on,
But everything I see is brick,
Locking me in my room.
Looking for divinity,
But God doesnÂ’t live here,
SatanÂ’s in charge now.
Where is my inspiration?
What happened to inspiration?
Why sleep?
Why drink?
Why eat?
Why suffer?
I have no inspiration,
Dying in a rhymeless nation
To a silent ovation.
Where is my inspiration?
What happened to inspiration?
Why speak?
Why breathe?
Why try?
Why live?
Where is my inspiration?