I hate when I dont know what to write about,
Some doubt I may have about,
A poem picked purposely, prepared perfectly.
A poem that needs to be written.
Its like being bitten in the brain,
Or getting hit with a train.
My poem of choice, it could be my personal voice.
A chance to speak my mind, it could be one of a kind.
But the problem is,
Do I use rhyme?
Without it would my poem be
So many unanswered questions,
With little to no suggestions.
Toothpicks, tutus and shoes,
Topics like these give me the blues.
And just like a dull pencil,
This poem is pointless,
A disappointment that leaves me