In a slump

I cannot draw
I cannot write
Although I try
With all my might

I cannot sing
I can't compute
With this lowly mood
I cannot lose

You all wait
For me to say
"I'll create again!
Oh happy day!"

It is not this day,
I tell you all
But perhaps tomorrow
It will be my call

I hold out hope
And thank you, my friends
For giving me a light
In a night that soon might end