Poetry Spell

Drying out of thoughts,
Hitting nothing but brick walls,
Running around in circles,
With ideas scattered all about.

Poems about cutting, dying and love,
Things I’ve already done,
Searching for something new,
A creative piece to do.

Lately I’ve written poems to slow,
Some poems I consider short,
This poem took a week and a couple days more.
This is the eleventh line I wrote,
Wow that’s a creative line above.

Is this what poets go through?
A creative dry spell of poetry,
My escape out of thought surrounding me,
To stressed to busy to make my poetry.