I am a broken poet

August 10, 2021

I am a broken poet,
These rhymes, I can no longer control it
And the words don’t reflect my soul.
I can’t find the flow of it
I’ve lost my center, and can’t grow because of it
And I find myself less than whole.

There was a moment
Where emotions once lain dormant
Would come to life in a poem
These days I am barren
With less focus and less caring
And poetry seems far from home.

Too tired to write,
The words don’t flow, instead they fight
And the poetry is not beautiful
It’s hard to find focus
I strive but can no longer find the locus
And must crawl back into the crucible