Usually when overcome with emotions that are strong
I turn to poetry or pour out my thoughts in song
I compose pieces I hold dear to my heart
Then present them in a binder - the gallery for my art
When I'm inflicted with pain and troubled with sadness
Doubled over with joy and giddy with gladness
I locate scratch paper and hunt down a pen
I kneed my dough of thought and let the writing begin
But lately as I sit in darkness in the dead of night
With my mind spinning circles and my lamp's fading light
I realize I am stuck and nothing comes to mind
I'm photographer who discovers she has gone blind
I try turning to poetry, unleashing my thoughts in song
To rid myself of these emotions that are so burdening and strong
But I just can't
I try but failed
It sucks because I want to write and want to feel good again from getting all this off my chest
But no
It makes me so damn frustrated to realize that I can't seem to do the one thing I used to do with ease
I'm afraid I've gone so far from myself that I've lost any inkling of talent I may have possessed
I hate this
Ugh
I've failed myself once again
