The lights are on but I am far from my home.

The lights are on but I am far from my home.
And all the world seems to sleep
Or hibernate unjustly
Hoping to shoo the depravity and depth away  
By simply ignoring them.
But the voices and visions call
the hunger is not sated
the kingdom has fallen
the pressure builds
And my words go unwritten, the worst crime
In the eyes of a writer.
Was it something I did?
Am I solely punished?
Cast into the throes of unresolved anguish
Just as an addict is cast far from their drug,
Foiled by the very technology that sustains it.
My laptop's lights are on  
But DU is not home
And so I am alone
And powerless
And blind
And lost
And empty.
The lights are on, and now I am home.