The end of a new beginning

The magic touch I once held dear has vanished,
My ability to write through poems is gone.
The words just aren’t the same,
The stars refuse to align.
Thami has run dry,
And many eyes see my words as sarcastic.
It’s like a painter who’s not satisfied with their work,
So what do I do?
My desire for improvement has led to dissatisfaction,
And it feels like I’m driving off a cliff I set for myself.
The world is ending, and so are my words.