It seems silly now,
Poetry.
Inscribing feelings,
Arranging them into
Neat little stanzas.
Why should my mind be
Nailed to a rigid
Structure that I can\'t
Build efficiently regardless?
Why should I have to
Distort my thoughts
Into metaphors,
Eloquent phrases,
Until they become
Erased?
I can\'t grasp the beautiful mystery
That poetry is.
How are most poems,
Created as though their
Perfection was instantaneous?