Wordyness!

I miss the days where my words flowed,
From the tips of my fingers down to my toes,

I felt the words in my bones,
Words and rhyme and lyrical flow,

I've always had a fascination,
With how words evoke a sensation,
A recreation,

Of a time, a feeling, even a smell,
That's what occurs when writings done well,

Sure any one can write,
Sitting alone at night,
Or during the day with the sun in sight,
But I'm struggling to get it right,

Not just ok I want it to be the best it can,
Words and I used to dance hand in hand,

No need for violence or disrespect,
Words help you through psychological neglect,
To get,

You through the troubles and glee,
Of life's trials and trivialities,

The up and downs the deeper meanings,
The hidden images that you've been gleaming,
The words now are streaming,

With a buffer,
That stops and drops and starts to stutter,

Just empty words with no depth,
Solitary words I've nothing left,

When I think too hard,
My writings marred,
My thoughts barred,

So put my fingers to the phone,
Leave the thoughts alone,

And just feel,
What's real,

Letting the words flow,
What I've just written god only knows,

An experiment of mine,
My relationship with words I'm to find,

I want it back,
Not the premeditated attack,

I like to plan on occasion,
But isn't it great that words become a persuasion,

You pick up a pen to rhyme,
About a mass murderer and you find,

That you read back through what you've written,
And it's about something completely different,

Subconscious writing for you,
The words flowing through every inch of you,

I used to have that and it's gone missing,
I hope it comes back that's what I'm wishing.