Untitled Poem

This is one of those days
when you write and unwrite.
Nothing seems true.
Everything is pretentious
and dishonest.

Even this poem is full
of abstract nouns
and verbs that say nothing.
Only ‘write’ is active,
and it isn’t enough.

Note: I took this poem to my poetry writing group, and the people there suggested I change 'say' to 'do' in the next to last line. I am not sure. The poem is about the failure of words, an inability to say. I thought of changing 'say' to 'mean,' since 'mean' is not an active verb. 'Say' is. I will continue thinking about this.