I'm losing my touch, like I'm no longer me.
My creative thoughts have gone numb.
The magical ideas i had are no longer in me
Every time i try to think, i feel dumb.
Whatever skill or talent i had has left me
What is this calamity?
that is trying to eat me empty
Trying to rob me of my imagination
And my emotions
I have neither rhythms nor rhymes
whenever i write, i write trash
My burdened thoughts killing my precious time
This is as long as i can write
Whether it makes sense or not,
My thoughts are giving me nothing
Nothing is worth writing.
But since i found this freewriting,
I think i am back, or not.
