I have tried
to start
and restart
and rewrite
so many poems
in one night.

It's frustrating.
Where did my flow go?
Where is my rhythm?
What happened?
What's stopping me?

It can't be my sadness
I'm always sad.

I'm not happy
so that can't be it.

I'm angry
but I generally am.

What can I do?
Post this?
This mess?

It makes no sense
I'm just rambling
But isn't that the point?

I write everything I feel
Type it as soon as it pops up
Rarely go back and check.

But this?
This is crap.
This is worthless.

Is this writer's block?
Is this how it feels?
Really?

This is the frustration
that everyone talks about?

This happened with my stories
and never picked them back up.

Does this mean
that my poetry is drying up?

Does this mean
that this is my last poem?

This piece of crap
that makes no sense?

This rambling mess
of a poem?

I can only hope not.
What do I turn to next?

I dropped music
short stories
now poetry?

What do I do?
What can I turn to?
Besides emptiness...