I sit down to write this poem,
Yet I cannot seem to rhyme.
I wish... to write something perfect,
To produce what one does not expect,
To be unique and effortless...
If only it were that easy
Expressing oneself seamlessly...
For I cannot seem to rhyme.
As I make attempts,
Once... twice... thrice
As I fail in my attempts,
Once... twice... thrice,
I can feel it coming;
Almost taking over me
And I cannot seem to breathe.
As my mind approaches a dead end.
I cannot seem to rhyme.
My fingers forget how to work
I stop.
I sit at my desk and stare at the wall...
Simply trying to breathe,
And failing at that as well.
What if I'm not cut out for this?
What if I'm destined to die and fade into the abyss?
As these thoughts engulf me
I am at loss with words.
And I cannot seem to rhyme.
I vow to make a final attempt,
To try just one more time.
I sit at my desk and think...
I stare at the wall and wonder...
What to do?
What to do?
And as I do I can feel it retreating.
Slowly but surely,
Into the back of my mind
Into the depths of my heart
Awaiting its next chance to appear
To overwhelm me,
To make me say one just more time
I cannot seem to rhyme.
