I think I’ve reached my end
Not sure if I can call it writers block
Creativity is at an all time low
The process of growing has become slow
Pictures don’t appear
Words don’t form
My mind just went blank
It seems like I keep writing the same pieces

I took up poetry in order to vent
I thought it was talent that was God sent
But my gut is telling me that was all a lie
Maybe it is the lack of inspiration
But I’m sick of this constant desperation
Of trying to develop and ending up back at square one
I guess after this, the only thing left
Is to put down this pen, and move on like this never happened…………….

?:Nicolae Negura