I'm Worried I Can't Write A Decent Poem Anymore

by Samantha Sabio 4 months ago in sad poetry

And I don't know what to do about it

I'm Worried I Can't Write A Decent Poem Anymore

Is it possible to run out of words?

To be so lost and so starved for meaning

that I'll look for it anywhere,

even in the rotting leftovers of the love I pulled from your lips?

That I'd be so willing to beg my vacant soul

to feel something, anything,

other than idleness or dejection?

Is it possible to call yourself a writer

when my hands tremor every time I pick up a pen?

* * *

This can't just have been a "phase"

for me. But maybe I've written all there is to write.

There are over 150,000 commonly used words in the English language

and for some reason I can't even string a handful of them together

to form art that doesn't have to deal with

ache or failure

or this emptiness that I feel inside if I let myself think about

how lonely I am these days.

I'm worried I can't write a decent poem anymore

because every time I sit down in front of a blank page

the only words that come to mind

are ones of frustration and grief

and you.

* * *

I don't want to be stuck on this

neverending rollercoaster anymore,

holding onto to pieces of myself

that are floating, falling away,

watching my blurring happiness slip by.

I've lost so many things lately—

is it possible that I'm losing this too?

sad poetry
Samantha Sabio
Samantha Sabio
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Samantha Sabio

A young writer who spends most of her time writing in coffee shops or planning her next adventure. For more of my work, check out my self-titled blog at https://samanthasabio.com.



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