Poetry at its Finest

Its poetry the way it should be. Just thoughts flowing out of my mind. Written in about 10 mins.

I dont know what to write,

I dont know what to do. 

So im just going to type,

As if I knew.

Man, writers block sucks

I just cant write

I feel so stuck

Nothing sounds right.

Hey I have two stanzas

Man I feel accomplished

Its a writing bonanza

Except I'm not finished.

I feel like I need more lines,

I need more words

I need more rhymes.

Now I think im finished

my mind is blank

My rhymes have diminished.

Author's Note

Last stanza was weak