The Challenge of Writing

I started on a journey to write a funny little poem,
And only half way through.
There were no giggles, no laughs,
No side splitting, gut churning, hula-ba-loos.

So luck to me, and good fortune to you,
Only half way through.
I was able to stop and change my course,
without having to start anew.

So a song it will be, a grand old lyric.
A frolicking verse, to mimic the greatest of hymns.
I will fill it with meaning and mesmerizing metaphors,
Which displays my dependence on sin.

But when I had finished,
My words had fallen short.
They couldn't convey the feeling of torment and pain,
Or anything else of the sort.

I looked at my little manuscript,
A wince from head to foot, a feeling none could match.
Oh! The pain and anguish I thought to myself,
Of starting again from scratch.

"I know I know" I called out in joy,
I will write a book, a novel you see!
The greatest story to every be told
Will most certainly be told by me!

I sat right down with pen in hand,
And a tablet for my book.
But soon fell short, a few pages in,
For lack of spectacular hook.

So I throw in my pen, and raise the white flag,
With bottle in hand, head all a swimming.
I decided right shortly,
To take up the brush and start painting!