The Poets Consequences

Poetry.

I try writing.

It doesnt work.

Blocked.

The feeling that makes

Me want to scream.

Rejects.

Paper litters my floor.

More and more and more.

Scribble.

What i want to do,

All through my notebook.

Poetry.

Deep expressions of emotins.

No wonder people hate it.

Blocked.

A road block on the path to my heart.

A heart attack.

Rejects.

All of the outcasts.

Hey, that's me.

Scribble.

A fun outward expression of creativity.

Toddlers can do it, so why not us?

Poetry.

Deep emotions on paper.

The key to peoples' souls.

Blocked.

Cut of out the love equation.

The pain of others is hard to bare.

Rejects.

All of your fantisies.

That stinging pain in your chest.

Scribble.

Abstract expressions on a canvas.

The words on my paper.

Poetry. 

people still will hate it.

Blocked.

I still am.

Rejects.

Still in my floor.

Scribble.

I believe I will. 

Yet, I keep writing.