Poetry walking away

It has been day three and 

I have been powerless to 

write poetry,words falter 

about my mind like a stray cat

on the streets of Ohio

My mind is a war zone, each

center picking at each other 

like a stack of hungry bull ants,

memories congregate leaving my 

heart feeling futile and my paper

blank, emptier each time I stare at it

Could this be the end of my poetry?

All these exasperating questions 

running in and out of my mind, like

children at a candy store 

My heart sinking, my energy decaying 

my hobbies whisking off to a strangers 

page, this must be the struggle of poetry

Reviews

[Cherry]

I too have been at an impasse. I write them down when they come to me, i don't try to force them.You don't sound like you have writers block here. its very well done.

[zunie frost]

well !!!!! this is pretty good !!!! ...... words are perfect !!!!
well done !!!!!

[Rowen]

I don't know what to say... (I'm not good at writing reviews at all) But this is amazing! sometimes I feel like I can't do that one thing, not just poetry, and this poem beautifully describes it! Just, Nice job! :)

[Lilaa]

I'm so glad you agree! Some times us poets struggle writing the most simpilest thing. For me, it is right now. Thank you so much for your feedback! :)

[Rowen]

You're welcome :) sometimes it's hard to write stories and other things, that's why actual famous writers take even more than a year to write there books.