The Write To Be Poem by Matthew Holloway

I can pen words of joy
Words of sorrow and love
Lines painting sweet passion
And of despair and nature
Verses flowing from pen
Unto pages of prose
Yet none seem to please
Seem so fulfil my hunger
To capture that so elusive
I dream as a poet would
In Haiku and Sonnet
In free flowing confession
Oh to be the writer
I wish to become
And as the years fall away
I say to myself
Perhaps the next line
Will become the one