I can’t write right.

Sometimes I can’t write,

my mind’s being deceived.

Not sure if it’s right,

don’t know what to believe.


A blank piece of paper

stares intently back at me.

I can’t even bother

to write meaningfully.


It’s as if every inch

of creativity has been taken.

Maybe I just need a pinch,

or  a life-changing awaken.


Take me back

to those days,

when I don’t lack

the words to say.


A few drops of inspiration,

something to set the mood.

Using my imagination,

to write something good.


Perhaps, my talent is missing.

But, I can’t seem to discern why.

I used to long for writing,

letting every word go by.


I am thirsty to create anything

that will leave your literary soul

hanging, banging, jumping, craving.

Will I achieve my goal?