I Am Not A Poet

Writing is my release
my thoughts on paper
never having flow
I have a hard time expressing
what i want you to know

I hate to rhyme
for i think
that it's forced
My prose has no form
and i have no remorse

Judge me as you seem fit
but i really don't care
I judge you as well
because with writing
that's fair

Free form is great
i let my mind wander
I don't like Haiku
my skills i will squander

I love things written
I am not a real poet
I have no real skills

blue skies up yonder
i see the birds fly over
it's almost winter

I really hate rhyming
I have no real timing
The sun has stopped shining
my talent I'm finding

Yuck

I love writing