what has happened to my poetry

I've been trying to write poetry but my words have no sense like a song lost it's tune A dove unable to fly my words sound dry lately like a river gone dry like no stars In the sky I sit now and look at this white blank pages blurring my face as I can't pick up this pen and create magic through thought l feel defeated as I want my words to sing but they Can't sing to the rhythm of my ink my words have turned dry I hold this pen I picture the picture perfect words on my pile of white papers but I can not ink these pages because lately my words can't sing along to the tune of my pen mommy made me a writer 💝