Words seem to fail me lately
Emotional floods overwhelm me
There's too much going on
And I'm finding myself
Incapable of capturing it in words
Like a fisherman who's overused his bait
All he can do now is wait
My last few poems
Disappoint me
I read over them
Again and again
One good line
Mixed among the mediocre
I once took pride in my writing
Now I find myself
Throwing it together
Half-heartedly
Looking only to be productive
But not creating something worth reading

*sigh*

Can't finish what I've started
Once so careful
Now reckless
I need rest
A period of sleep
Make a blanket of experiences
Lessons and mistakes used as my pillow
Hibernating
Perhaps migrating
Moving, changing, shifting
Away
To find my muse
To sort out my thoughts
To actually solve my problems
Instead of just ranting
Writing
About the same old thing
Again

It's time for me to escape
To confront
To pursue action
And until then
My writing shall cease
Sleeping
Hibernating
While I migrate
To achieve my sense of sorts
And be able to return
With a writer's mind again

I shall return
Someday

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