Another attempted Poem

Poetry contest

Peace as my mind's chatter becomes numb
Searching for another line i sit and ponder
Turmoil rises and fear that i shall succumb
But another line appears and i still wonder

The purpose of poetry isn't just a rhyme
But the outpouring of a current emotion
Like a bottle lost through the eddies of time
Just another wave on a vast cold ocean

Struggling for another thought or thread
Like a guitar resonates with a simple strum
Wondering the purpose where this led
Peace as my mind's chatter becomes numb






12 lines.