Blocked Writes

Oh ? help me, why have I drawn blanks and cannot form?
I thought I was poetic whenever my brain could storm.
But I see now, this is not the case,
Is this some cruel joke or a slap in my face?
I could write a haiku just on taking a shower,
Write a verse for an emotion felt in a midnight hour.
Now I read others and I am inspired.
But when I see a blank page, I can't find my desires,
I search hard and I think of various topics.
But I feel like a writer who only writes for profit.
Whenever I do, I force these words to take some soul
Just to feed that need to fill this gaping hole
I am a man of passion and as such, it is my poetic blood
I only written two lines and already I dismiss the dud
Maybe if I just close my eyes and allow it to flow
If I stop expecting then maybe my gift will glow
I hope there's more left in me, I need to get this right
I'm married to this affair without the reception or thrown rice