It seems I’ve forgotten how to write poems,
I can’t remember the order of things,
The flow just never seems to get going,
Miss Muse? I need thoughts injecting.
I know I’ve taken a few months off,
I can’t say I’ve nothing to write about,
The Hell of my love life, my issues, my job.
I’m floundering here, like a landed trout!
This post reads like an obituary,
can’t imagine rhyming to that!
pulls up rhyming dictionary,
that’s how much I’m falling flat.
Now, the urge I have is to keep this thing going,
in the hope that some more ideas will come,
but I’m lost, can’t see the lighthouse glowing.
This poem slowly fades, like the taste of chewing gum.