Who Knows What Is Next

I Feel Like I'm Taking A Defeat..
But When I Can’t Even Write Enough Words To Cover A Sheet..
Things Start To Look Harder By The Breath.
Wondering If I Should Give Up On Everything That’s Left..
Or Continue To Fight To Get The Old Me Back..
It’s Easy To Say Yeah I Want That..
But It’s 10 Times Harder To Do..
You People Wouldn’t Know Cause I’m Me And Your You..
I Been Hitting This Block For Quite Some Time..
Hitting It So Hard My Thoughts Get Shaken In My Mind..
Starting To Become Unconscious  Feels Like I’m Becoming Blind..
But I Take 3 Steps Back And Try Over And Over Again..
To Get Back To Back Then..
When My Fingers Were Once Able To Grip A Pen..
Or When My Mind Was Able To Make Full Poems Without Forgetting..
But Now I’m Sitting Here Sweating..
Starting To Feel Regret On Why I Started…
I Look Back Asking Myself Was I Retarded..
Cause Now I’m Left Here Stranded..
Letting Poetry Feel Abandoned..
And I’m The One To Blame..
I Never Was Able To Live Up To My Name..
PureSkillz Is Not What I Have Or Ever Will..
Cause If I Possessed Those Skills I Wouldn’t Be Here In A Stand Still..
Stuck To Figure Out The Next Lines…
Or Trying To Figure Out If This Word Even Rhymes…
I Left Poetry And Poetry Left Me..
This Feels Like Death To Me..
But I Don’t Know What Next For Me..
It Could Be A Reemergence Or Just A Flash In A Pan..
It’s Hard To Tell So I Don’t Know Man..
But For Right Now I’m Going To Try And Get Back..
And Just Forget That..
My Poetic  Career Hit A Rough Spot..
And Give Whatever I Got..
Or Whatever Is Left..
Well This Is Mark No Longer PureSkillz Who Knows What’s Next…