I have been writing poems
For almost 2 years
Something I thought I'd never do
Each poem I craft
Starts from a thought
Then a mediocre draft
Each one resembling
A chain from the past
A pain, a thought, a longing
Yet I feel I'm always missing something
A road block from improvement
I read the poems other write
With such amazement and envy
What is it I'm missing
To see the world
You see?