dimmer my light gets

What changed in me for my light is gone my poems used to spew
Now i can't think of what to write or what even to do 
I struggle on each sentence thinking what am i to write
Already told the ones who read the pain i feel at night
Already wrote the books on life's pain and its despair
The lyrics would just come to me i'd grab them out the air
I've written about the world and the horrors that i see
I've written about the things that keep me up and take my dreams
I've written about the shootings and the constant tick of time
I've written for the orphans about the wars and about the crimes
I've written about the all anger the frustration and the hate
I've written what's in side my mind the things i should not say
Its seems that my writing mind is here, its here but not to stay