I’m feeling poetic today
And I have no idea why
I’ve been reading poems all day,
Searching for something to spark an idea
But nothing is coming to me
I look around my room
Still nothing
I think about what I did today
Nothing interesting
There’s something so weird about
How when you try to sit down and write,
Nothing comes out
But at the worst possible time,
When you have no where to right it down,
You get an idea
Poetry seems to hate me
**** that
Everything seems to hate me
Well, that’s great
Talk to you later