Chaos

My poetry is like this story

Chaotic

Unsuccessful most of the time

Unorganized just like my life

I tried to write when I was young

Simple

That’s all it was

Nothing special just like me

It got worse as I got older

Dull

Boring words on plain paper

I wasn’t a standout writer

All my poems sounded the same

Monotone

Different words same verse

The beat never changed

I always tried to do it right

Proper

If it didn’t rhyme it wasn’t a poem

I couldn’t have been more wrong

I gave up for the longest time

Surrender

Wasn’t worth wasting time

I had no need I had no talent

Now I’m back with something new

Eccentric

No rhymes no marks no rules

Chaotic just like me

I can’t remember why I started

Forgotten

Hope it wasn’t important

I guess it doesn’t matter anyway

What matters is not quitting

Persistence

Keep writing keep going

Let determination be the key

Writing is like a therapy

Control

That’s why I’m back

Trying to get my life in order

Life will always be a mess

Constant

With a just bit of luck

Maybe I control the chaos