Poetic Hiatus

Poetry is... what it is
Whatever you wish; I can't argue with it
A poet is a title
Who wants to be an idol
Call me what you like
The art is self-expression
But the way I feel right now
I can barely write...

Just for a moment, I had realized
For my much writing
That these words never reach
My favorite eyes
Wherever she is
She never replies

How quickly a writer loses his way
First he must yield
To whatever he feels
So I couldn't write this
On a previous day