Empty

I dug and dug and dug
right down to the bottom of Facebook.
I threw out unwanted posts and
found poems I had lost.
I have 220 poems.
Have to work out what
I am going to do with them.
Can I write poems anymore?
Has my store of poems been emptied?
Or have I emptied myself of ideas at the same time?
Can I stay content in my writing?
I am as empty as a blank sheet of paper.