What has become of my gift

I'm growin' cold, not yet frozen
My moment no longer is golden
My breath, like my grudge, I'm holdin'
When will I allow myself to see light?
I just don't know when
When again will I realize my words are still potent
I lost melody, life ain't harmonious
It's not like I'm owning this
This being opportunity
When can I get it's you and me
But I guess I'm selfish
Yet I know where to go when I'm helpless
But I feel like chasing dreams have no point
Like if there was no meaning to MLK's voice
I know I have a Flame that won't go out
I need help to set a wildfire and let love sprout
If this sounds stupid and senseless
Just know, like you, I've lost interest
Or is it inspiration?
I nearly forgot of that sensation
Of burning inside to keep warm and glowin'
To keep me from ever goin' frozen
Like this piece of poetry
I am feeling quite incomplete
Lack of structure and my soul suffers
An artery rupture and who is there to aid and comfort?
I don't feel like asking God
Cuz I feel like I am a fraud
It is what it is
Yet I await a spiritual lift
To accompany my once lyrical bliss
The belief of being able to touch
with this gift