A Web of Words

You can't make time stand still,
You can't fill my head with an endless stream of ideas.
My pen shall inevitably run out of ink,
As, inevitably, I shall run out of words.

You cannot change who I am,
Just as I cannot change you.
This poetry is my nature;
How could you ever take it away?

I weave a web of words,
And yet you tear it down,
Down into an endless abyss,
Where I am lost without my expression.

Ergo, I write on your face,
My ink staining your skin black.
But in a second it disappears;
My words are void.

Have they lost their meaning?
Have I lost my soul?
My stanzas, my quatrains and haikus...
They are all I know.

You who once gave me so much to write,
You who once filled me with such agony...
Is it possible, oh, how can it be?!
Is it possible that I feel nothing now?

I never did know how to manage them,
These myriad emotions I once had.
Despair and anger, doubt and skittishness.
Where have they all gone?

They seem to have followed you,
Left behind when I walked away.
I loved you once.
What happened to that?

I once had a great ardor,
I once was young.
Have I really aged so much;
A senior citizen in a teenager's body?

I had zeal, I had strength,
I was vivacious and invigorated.
Have you taken that away too?
Just as you have taken my words?

This albatross* of pain,
Is that what you have given me in return?
I gave you everything I had,
And this is your thanks?

I do not abhor you,
As I am aware that most would.
Instead, I pity you, somehow;
But my love for you is gone.

So return to me my words,
Give me back my emotions.
I want to feel again.
I am sick of this numbness.


* I know an albatross is commonly known as a type of bird, but I used the different meaning, which is an inescapable onslaught of a certain emotion. Just in case some of you were wondering.

Hello!

First, I would like to commend you on your hilarious avatar!

Second, I congratulate you on your very good poem.

Oh darn, I have the hiccups. *hiccup*

Okay, they're gone now. I can review your poem!

You can't make time stand still,

You can't fill my head with an endless stream of ideas.

My pen shall inevitably run out of ink,

As, inevitably, I shall run out of words.

Really nothing "wrong" with this, but I think replacing the "shall"s with "will"s would fit the context better. It seems almost like a conversation, and very few people use "shall" in conversation.

I weave a web of words,

And yet you tear it down,

Down into an endless abyss,

Where I am lost without my expression.

Ditch the "yet", and perhaps the second "down".

Is it possible, oh, how can it be?!

"Is it possible? How can it be?" Double punctuation is a no-no.

That's all I have for technical things. Overall, great. But I think this should be in the Narrative Poetry section. Nothing more to add.

Over and out.

Thanks! I think the shalls work with the formal attitude of the poem.
And yeah, it probably should be in narrative poetry... Oh well, it's too late to change that now. Thanks for the review.