Stuck in a Writing Rut

the same words
the sames lines
the same thoughts are always on my mind

everything I write is the same
everything I say is just static
everything new and different is stashed away in some secret attic

I don't know what to think
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do with myself anymore most days

whenever I try something new
whenever I think of a different subject matter
I always end up back at the bottom rung of the ladder

I can't tell if my life is dull
I can't tell if maybe my poetry just no longer knows how to flow
but I think I'm starting to climb out of this rut

I want to get back to being able to express more than just one emotion
I don't want to be stuck wallowing in self pity
but right now it feels like someone stole everything inside of me and then left me alone on the side of the road in a foreign city I don't know

my poetry gives my life meaning
and my life gives my poems the ability to breathe
and I can't have one go haywire without the other following suite.
but I know that even when I hit a rough patch
I can always write my way out.

I'm just not quite there yet.