I Don’t Understand

Page empty
Mind whirling 
Words are plentiful
Yet why can’t I seem
To figure out
What to write?

I don’t understand 
This drought I’m going through
I yearn for a story
To flow from pen to page
I know not what I’m writing
Till I read what is already written
The feeling of my pencil controlling me
Is a feeling I want back
I want to let all my emotions pour 
Into one powerful pool
For the enjoyment  of others

I’d like to call it’s writers block
But deep down I know it’s something more...


I forage 
For water
Bur I’m afraid
There is none to be found...