I can't always think of poetry nor can I wright it all the time, but at least I try.
Although I try the words escape my mind like a halucenation, but my imagination never stops.
It keeps going like a geothermal power plant.
It is dizzying trying to organize a jungle of thoughts that bounce around like electrons in an atom.
At leat I try, but it is difficult to keep going.
Why do I do so?
Is it to get ideas out of my head?
To share what I think? I can wright stories like you can wright poetry, but still I try even though I'm not good at it.
But does that really matter?
Poetry comes to all no mater their skill, as long as they try.
YOU ARE READING
At Least I Try
PoetryYet again another poem but this one was more directed at the people who were in a class with me than toying with the unknown. I don't remember what the given prompt was but I had the class in a practical uproar over this poem, so enjoy.
