It's been a while, I reflect
Since I embraced distraction.
A while since I tried to make
My own tension and traction.

For the life of me, I can't decide
What I should write about.
The loves I've found and lost this year
The things I've gone without?

Please do tell me your ideas -
I've lost my inspiration.
There's irony here somewhere
For your appreciation.

Isn't it interesting
That the only time
I have nothing to say
And nothing to rhyme

Is when my talent
I must showcase
For quite likely
A nutcase

I have a sense of humour
And I was "Lena Waters"
I forgot my email
Don't let me have daughters

Perhaps my finest work
(For angst does not equal art)
But my ******* profound conclusion is?
Poetry's still in my heart.