Published on June 5, 2007 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
I can't find my feet
or my composure, composition
the pen feels cold
indifferent in my hand
I'm inspired by insignificance
no words flow from
mind to pad
have I lost my poet?
have I lost my Self?

It's been an age of faltering
prose
lacking, lackluster
but I'm trying
I'm trying

Comments
on Jun 05, 2007
I hope you find it soon. Just don't give up!
on Jun 05, 2007
Nice. I think your trying is paying off.
on Jun 05, 2007
yeah I feel your pain, I've been trying to write anything for like a week and I can't come up with anything remotely good. I liked this though. Lame, you can write good poems about not being able to write good poems
on Jun 06, 2007
Don't give up - the joy is in the process, not the product. The more you keep the pen in your hand, the better your odds will be that the inspiration and the pen will coincide. - Moskowitz
BTW, nice poem about not being able to write.