Writing A Story

I can’t
Find inspiration anywhere.
Or maybe failing
Is my biggest fear.
Always fun
When I begin,
Then I realize,
It was on a whim.
There was never a point,
Never a meaning,
It was a story,
With no feeling.
Always set aside,
Never finished,
With every piece,
My will diminished.
Why is it all brilliant
In my head,
But when put to paper,
Foolish instead?
I think
I’m not sure,
Why I’m writing
Anymore.

So I guess I’m good
At fooling myself too,
Because I don’t think
I ever knew.