But What Purpose Can There Be In My Life/If I Cannot Write? Poem by Shalom Freedman

I cannot write anything else
I cannot even write this anymore
I cannot write
But what purpose can there be in my life
If I cannot write?
I write over and over again the same small poems
All the poetry long ago vanished
And it is only simple prose posing as poetry
I cannot anymore
And yet I go on
I am alive now writing
And all day long I was in confusion and meaninglessness

In not writing
I write and I live and I seem to mean
Or try to mean something
Even if no one in the world ever reads this
I am writing this now
And alive.