Lost Inspiritation, Lost Creation

Whispers,
They call to me,
Just out of reach

I try to scream with passion
But my voice
Comes out broken,

I try to sing,
But hit the wrong notes

I try to run,
But stumble and fall

I try to write,
But I am illiterate

Where has my voice gone?
It was once so strong.
I knew myself, I know my writing.

Now it is weak.
It is a string of failed metaphors.
It is insincere, it is not my voice.

I cannot create my image
In your mind

Like I once could.

My power, has died.