I have been trying, witha great deal of difficulty, to write poetry lately, but it hasnt been working. I feel like i have lsot it. there was a time when i wrote a poem a day, soemtimes more, now i can barely squeak out a few lines.

Occassioanlly a poetic thougth enters my head, but by the time i dig up a pencil and paper in the mess that I call my bedroom . . it is long gone.

I can abrely hold onto any of it anymore. It makes me sad.