In hatred of poetry
I try once again
to write down in verse
my hearts discontent.



Incomplete, unfinished insufficient-
Words, for my thoughts I find.
Sadness creeps, as I begin to be defeated,
At a game I thought was mine.
Of words spelt wrong, of thoughts not understood!


Frustration finds a breeding ground
As in hatred of poetry, I try once again,
to write down in verse my hearts discontent.


-and give up
fall deeper in love with prose
where words like my thought flow.
No, more searching for the perfect rhyme
I say what I want,
The way I want it!!