I want to write a poem,
but all I can think of
is the lyrics to love songs
that plague my mind
like little insects
whispering secrets
I cannot quite make out.

I want to write a poem,
but all I can feel
is a long thorn piercing the place
where my heart use to be.
Reminding me
that there is nothing
in that barren cavity.

I want to write a poem
but all I can do
is sit at this desk
starring at the wall.
Believing that
no matter what,
I cannot write a poem.