What happens

What happens
when I can't grasp onto that energy
that is floating around me
springing just past me
beckoning me to
scribe it
give it physical form
transform it into peotry

but i can't quite
captuee it
grasp it
hold on to the string
and pull tightly
unraveling the spiritual mystery
that will pour down the
mysterious words
and create a
rhytmic
peice

what happens when
the words dry up
and I
find myself empty
what do I do
then