Drowning In My Very Own Hopeless Poetry Poem by autumn marie m.

Wordless, empty notebook
Observed by a calm but black look

Inspiration, you're so divine
But seem to escape this mind of mine
So I make up these silly rhymes
To help me pass the dreadful time

Meaningless, tedious
Normality, it's you I miss

Envy, oh envy, why must you bother me?
Right when my matching talent just begins to flee
Talent-less, terrible, oh horrible me
Drowning in my very own hopeless poetry