Poetry

It's a mess

I don't know the rules of poetry

Rhyming,obscure language..iambic pentameter?

I drew angels and devils in language class

How i regret staring through stained glass

admiring yellow patched grass.

Pen between teeth,

daydreaming about poetry without rules and restrictions:

Yet here I am, pencil between teeth

able to erase wrong thoughts,

Am I evoking you yet?

B.Botha

Author's Note

Haven't written anything in years, doing it to keep me sane at this point in life