The Destuction of a Poet

self imposed writers block

fighting with an empty imagination

I lost one of the best creations

dubbed me a poet in the making

crowned me one of the greatest in my generation

at story telling

at twisting up words and letting them have feelings

I took the title with great expectations

constantly spitting my life

not from my mouth

but this pen

fall into a zone

and conquer my fears within

letting my personal life shine through

paragraphs and verses of

the best adjectives and nouns

I ate words

swallowed them whole

then rebirth them into greatness

haters hated

challenges all around

poets throwing salt not love

and to me poetry is not a competition

but my haters weren't either

the more I proved wrong

the better I got

the more I won

head getting bigger than the ocean

ego hotter than the sun

no matter who you were

from me

there was no love

no one above

I was the BEST that’s all there was

and now I'm fighting it

I'm losing at story telling

poems becoming redundant

thoughts inconsistent

poems non existent

slowly losing respect

but not from people

from myself

how could I let man destroy my reason for living

the reason my brain signals my heart to pump

you won

whoever

whatever

it is in the world

that wanted to take my life from me

steal my joy

rip out a chunk of my soul

I get it

you won

and now I'm blank

fighting for the words lost in this war