I dont know what's wrong with me,
Words used to pour out of me full of feeling,
I almost couldn't contain all I had to say,
My breath would draw on deep beautiful sentences,
With phrases that could burn or slice or heal,
I look for the things to say,
The emotions to give but I cant find them, and the longing emptiness of uneasy unyielding uncertainty fills my heart,
My body fills with the poems left unwritten and the words left unsaid,
And I am again left in a shadow of who and what I used to be,
With every yearning, shaky breath,
My days grow shorter, and the years push closer together until I am left in a blur of slippery time in which I am soon lost
And all i can do is wait for it to get better