Writers Block

I have a feeling 
Of disregard 
That there's nothing to say,
No thoughts to think,
Emptiness through my mind.
What I feel doesn't exist.
And my lines are drained.

Power in my words 
Have died off
Nothing clever to write
No metaphors, 
No similes
No rhythm 
Just words on a page.

Practically blank
With these lifeless words
On this empty page.
I could give them life 
With some form of expression
That could bless me 
with thought
 
But that's the point..
I can't give my words thought
Because, right now, 
I don't have the passion
For it
I don't posses 
The necessary drive 

I can't fill this page 
Because I don't have words
To fill it with. 
In poetry, 
Everything connects
But today, 
I can't make the connections

This seldom happens to me
But like you, 
I am only human
I'll make a verse or two
But even I need a break 
Sometimes..
Every once and a while..

This is blank
This is dead
This is empty 
This is wrong 
This is weak 
This is useless
I have writers block.