I really suck at this whole poetry thing
The words don't strike true, just don't ring
Lacking a rhythm, a beat, a note
Blankly scanning what I've wrote
Maybe I have just lost the knack
Creativity drained, thought I lack
Where did all the life go
Really, I just don't know
But hey, this might make me feel
Unlock that broken seal
Sad as it is, I just haven't found the key
To release all those thoughts and set me free
Not like there is some imaginary chain
No evil, no dragon to be slain
I've just crawled into my shell
Put together my own personal hell
A wall, a cage, a lock of words
Written with pen, can't be cut by swords
For ink will be stronger than the cutting edge
Strong enough to hold the broken body off the ledge
But who knows, I'm bad at this whole process
I really don't know, I just have to confess
This is just another mask, another facade
My heads so warped up, I'm just another fraud
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Compilation of Poetry
PoetrySome times I just gotta get stuff off my chest. Cry for attention? Probably not. Just want to see if others appreciate my poetry. See what others think. Hey, maybe my emotional side can entertain. :)
