blockage

Been having trouble writing down my mind on this here poem my free verses usually just flow out without any warning just pure soul flowing out trying to reach out to a willing to hear audience but as of late i can't seem to spark anything within you'd think i could find something to inspire a poem to flow with my dad choosing to leave us you'd think me going crazy on my drug spree i'd have some metaphors that would make you never sleep or about my new sexcapades as i like to call my wild free acts of no thinking just acting out in lustful intentions but nothing comes to mind i can't seem to write anything anymore this blockage is making me sadder than i have already been feeling(pause breathe go)my creativity has been blocked i've been using bulldozers wrecking balls hitting against this wall no dent no scratch no missing blocks no dust falls no action of any kind just this swinging ball that seems more like a period dot of a poem i have yet to start writing just a dot trying to be the ending of a verse awaiting the new one to come but there's nothing absolutely nothing i'm scared that this is the ending of a talent i had...something that created the essence of who i was becoming....who i thought i was...who i am....what i am