I did go on a hike. I was hoping to be inspired, but I didn't go just for the sake of being inspired. Thank you for the comments. :) 

On re-reading the poem, I noticed this theme of lack of inspiration or creative death is subtly touched on at earlier parts of the poem: the 'fallen dead leaves' and 'All else is closed to me'. Very nuanced, well done!

I enjoyed this, mostly for the ending and I'll explain why in a bit. Out of interest, did you go on a walk hoping to find inspiration for a poem, and come back empty handed? That's the feeling I got from this poem, possibly because I had the exact same thing happen to me very recently, which led me to write a poem on a similar theme to yours: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/88jz6a/on_struggling_to_find_inspiration/

Now to explain why I thought the ending was the best part: the final two lines made me retrospectively re-examine the entire poem. I was a bit confused when reading the first few stanzas because it seemed to just be description of what the speaker saw and heard around them, no inward reflection or points being raised. But the end of the final stanza explains why this is the case: the speaker is feeling uninspired. All he can do is experience the world around him and struggle to make anything of these experiences.

Thanks for this poem. If you could repay the feed

I like this. The title is fitting because there's a sadness in this. It definitely seemd ylj were uninspired or at the very least the hike reminded you of your emptiness. It seems like there was a moment with the pink spotted leaves that you were trying to see the beauty, but all you could see were the dead leaves left on the ground. 

Then, I love how you state "the quiet green place." There are lots of ways you can describe a place but you left it simple because you couldn't see the beauty and inspiration - a problem everyone can relate to. 

I really enjoyed this. 

    Up I go towards the peak  
    Under the sweltering sun,  
    Trudging up the stony trail  
    That coils around the hill.  

    From under the stones out they peek  
    Those curious pink spotted leaves,  
    Burgeoning throughout the entire path  
    Subtly claiming the hill.  

    I hear the sound of my footsteps,  
    I hear my rapid heart beats,  
    I hear a soft buzzing near,  
    Or may be I just imagined all of it.  

    A narrower road lies ahead  
    Covered in fallen dead leaves,  
    I see only this road and nothing else,  
    All else is closed to me.  

    I conclude my journey within the hour,  
    I reach the quiet green place amongst the hills.  
    Are the uninspired any different from the dead?  
    Or do we just need an awakening?  

Feedback 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/88p0ui/tidal_rage/

Feedback 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/88owvp/shadow/

Emptiness