Blocked

I do not know what to say.

I’m blank.

Nothing.

I’m forcing it and I cannot see

What it is to write like me.

I remember the days I wrote for water

Flowing through the words.

Deciphering the problems with man and daughter

Whilst gliding with birds.

I remember the infernos that roared away

When paths always took right

I remember the leaves that fell by day

And the evil that happened at night.

But now I do not know what to say.

I’m blank.

Nothing

I’m remembering from when I could see

What it was to write like me.