Life Of A Poet

Lately I’ve been going ‘round in circles with my words
Complications arise as I dress my subjects with verbs
Inspiration has escaped me to create magic it won’t let me
It continues to hold me back and it’s beginning to upset me
I breathe, bleed and sweat ink love it with all my heart
But now my pen and paper are starting to grow apart
Within my art is where I find my strength and sanity
To steal it from me would be a crime to humanity
Sometimes it drives me to the point of using profanity
And I would use every word in a manner so candidly
Though profanity never equals resolutions
All profanity does is create endless confusion
Yet some poets seem to be under the idiotic illusion
That it makes them look cool what a dim witted delusion
All I want is to breathe the gift of life back into my words
For they are out of oxygen this curse must be reversed
I am in desperate need to rebirth
More strength and power into my words
Transform back into the poet that I am
Display the true talent in my work
My pen and paper have stuck by me
Through all that’s thick and thin
I guard them with my life
So much passion I hold within
Paradise and excitement
Is what my words bring me
It’s a feeling like no other
And it’s wonderful believe me
Lord I hope all these circles
Soon form into straight lines
So that I can enter back
Into my world of rhymes