Through

At times like these the words refuse to come.
I find I cannot write; I cannot think.
My mind is full of an insistent hum
That drowns me out. I think I need a drink.
But drinking wouldn't help me through it all;
It would just drown out pain with other pain.
I need to do more now than simply stall;
I have to find an outlet for this strain.
Lying awake will bring to me no rest
Wracking my brain will only lead to sorrow
I have no strength to do what I do best
But I can hope that I will have tomorrow:
Although I'm hardly sure what I should do
I'm certain that the only out is through.