Did I Lose My Spark? Poem by Peter Vector

So long, it seems...
Years or eons, who am I to say?
Like the crackle of a static shock
Or the fizzing snap of a new lighter flint
The spark that can set a whole world ablaze

Did I lose it...
Can it ever be like before?
Cracking my knuckles I set to work
Laying down text in lines after lines
Like a mason slathering mortar between bricks

A mental sweat, a thought like a whistle
I look back, admiring what I've wrought from naught
Is this what is used to be
Or did I change, if so, for better or for worse?

Do I shed a tear, do I flip a desk, do I give a smile?

After so many years, things seem to blend together,
Separating yesterday from tomorrow seems to burden each hour,
But what am I, only a youth
I'll sit down in the corner of my room, against my wall
No. Not crying, not in rage, not satisfied.
Just in quite thought,
With only one question chiseled in my mind,

Did I lose it?
Did I lost that spark?