No Wind In My Sails

Don't know when new poetry will begin,
Heartache and pain I take on the chin.

Somewhere along, the tides of time,
I've lost the will, to find words that rhyme.

If any of you, write poetry of color,
Perhaps then my will, I'll soon rediscover.

Whatever it was, I used to do,
When I wrote poems and didn't feel so blue!