A Language I Can Not Speak Anymore

Since before I was a teenager I started writing poetry. I wrote well over a hundred poems but only about a dozen really good ones. But for the past two to three years I've not written more then maybe four lines of any one poem. I start to feel poetic and have a sense of what I want to convey in the poem but can't get more then a few lines down. It has become so frustrating to me. I miss feeling poetic and then being able to express the feelings to my heart's content. The moments of inspiration or poetic feelings are few and far between and then when I do actually have them, they won't take form in words. When I thought about how I haven't been able to write poetry in a long time, I started to think of a poem about the subject and came up with the name of this post...however, I couldn't come up with more then a few lines. I've felt my inspiration running low in all aspects of late. I'm experiencing a dullness of my mind and I'm bored with myself. Part of me keeps thinking that maybe if I experienced something new...saw something new...maybe it would recharge my creativity and spark inspiration. What about you? Have you experienced something similar? What did you do?

To Feel Alive

Many times, the only way I remember I'm alive is when I'm surrounded by the living.

When humans are no where to be found, at least I have pets. They are a small comfort in this dark world.