Impotency

If only I could throw some words together
that would really mean nothing
to noone.

I tried! I tried.

If only I could tap into
the magic of emptiness,
grant access to the void,
write words blanker than a blank page.

I tried! God help me.

It flows through each simile I try
like sand through a sieve.

Even nonsense doesn't work:
dlk;jfacJET3i32fz;lcxi{SDOIJFIUDSTmdwsfpoiFlkjera

See? Still something, written with human hands,
at a certain time, on a certain date, with a certain purpose,
even following certain patterns
(because of my stupid fingers
and my stupid brain).

Somehow, the word JET even snuck in there
(little rascal).

I even tried to write a real poem
(although I must admit it was quite shit).

Now, here I am, sitting up late
crying at my own impotency,
grasping at the ungraspable
with tools that weren't made for the job.

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