Reality Bites

Struggling poet realises her limitations

In the stillness of a quiet room
I close my eyes in contemplation.
Thinking of a cold dark tomb,
I’m riddled with frustration,
As I try to write as once did Poe,
Of things macabre and morbid.
But as a poet, I’ve far to go
To be so high regarded.
And so, reality bites once more my friend
I guess I’ll stick to stories in the end