Poetry-a different kind of addiction.
|Exciting and scary at the same time|
Who knew I could make emotions rhyme?
It will only last for a day
This strange new phase of wordplay
It's useless to me, it's not my skill
It cannot triumph over my free will
It started like that but now I dread
That annoying block that gets stuck in my head
Without that word--I'm at a loss
Why do I care about getting a feeling across?
Something to pass time, the usual excuse
To grasp a pen and release its juice
It's happening again, as I fill this page
I keep giving in to this temporary stage
How many have I created? I have lost track
I'll say it's over, but I know it will come back
Nothing that I was searching for
It's just a hobby, nothing more...