A Nightmare Named Writers Block

I'm losing it.

It's just slipping away.

You get it back after three years

And it runs in the opposite direction.

I had so many words scattered in my brain.

Now most of them have been written down,

read by future authors.

How can so many sentences,

Rhymes,

Thoughts.

How can they all disappear

And I'm the only one who notices.

I don't want to stop writing again,
It's one thing that is truly mine.

My words,

My thoughts,

My opinions.

I just hope they hold on a little bit longer,

Before I succumb to writers block once again.