Poetry Lost

Poetry used to be so easy, a piece of cake

Words would just flow from my mind

Now, everything I write seem fake

Unoriginal, no longer one of a kind

No more ideas, no more rhymes

An ability that I must have lost

This, I used to do countless times

Took for granted, losing it was the cost

With this pen, I once again try to write

Frustration comes from the words I lack

The clock ticks, day turns to night

I keep trying to get the gift back

Dozens of crumpled paper on the floor

A few pencils broken into two

No more words, no more thoughts to explore

My passion I can no longer do

After everything, all I can show is nothing

An unsolved puzzle, a lock with no key

Can't feel the satisfaction it can bring

No lines, no words, no poetry