PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I think...Confident ink

now gone astray,

words half formed

have fallen away.

Scattered thoughts,

Ill assorted

through the pen

all come to nought.

Despair writes blank

upon the page.

Spinning rhymes,

frustrations rage.

what fool am I

for vanity

to think the words

that flow from me,

Are good enough

for poetry!