Calling Out

I call out, to you,
in hope that my crying is not in vain,
waiting,
watching and whispering,
the shadow friends urge me on.

Waiting.
For inspiration.
Again and again I post.

Again and again,
I wait for a reply,
never to come.

Life is too short,
to be spending so much time,
on an activity as fruitless as this.

But still I write,
and still I wait
for an answer,
written, by you.