PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The current dragging me down, rough rocks along the way

I am but a single droplet in a river of poets

Existent but ordinary, encrusted more when it rains

Struggling to surmount, a miracle to be noticed.

Never sleeping, thinking until my hands are numbing

Ideas and phrasing flowing like a leisurely lake

But frustration flourishing although my mind is working

For every mistake I make leaves me to ache.

My mind is no more than a blend

Of thoughts and photographic memory that has not yet developed

And this leaves me below superiors, but I shall transcend

With the concepts that I have assembled.

A lack of creativity is the biggest fear of an artist

Created with phrasing, a worded painting

Illustrating the rain inside myself through words

My own life and poetry, forever vexing me.