Scribble, scribble
Brain fart, hand cramp
In one hear
Out the other
Escaping words and
Rhyming schemes
Flowing, drawing words
As they run across the page
I give up, can’t do it
I will never
Be able to write
This poem
Oh wait
This works
It rambles and goes
Makes no sense
But who will know
I’m done
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Ages
PoetryPoems I have written over the last 5 years and I plan on throwing them in, in any random order
