Words and Resin

Picking up old habits
Forcing old way back in
It feels like the aching sting
Of closing your eyes after such a long time

All the words have seemed to leave me
I used to bubble over and race to write them
Now it's all empty and shadowed
Reminds me of an empty home
Lived in and loved for years and years
Wandered in one last time before the move

Maybe it's transition
Maybe this is a sort of phase before a breakthrough
Maybe I need to find someone different
Who inspires my words back to me
Maybe there's no chance

The coughing and choking bitterness
I now feel when trying to express myself
Even when verbal or physical but
Seems deathly strong when I scoop
Maybe it's all become dry resin
The black mush used and dried
What will I do

Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
But I'm afraid I've lost my way to speak them