Writers cramp
When I get going I feel like a champ
Right now my mind is a lil damp
What do I want to write
This will consume my night
Each subject is different all different sights
The poem I write reflects on me
I don’t really care if u don’t see
with each rhyming line
Alters the design
Which subject which one
Will I find
Fear or hope
That good smellin soap?
Angry or mad
last convo I had with my dad?
Family or friends
Or that letter I never send
laid back or intense
that lil encounter with the fence
My mind feels Frozen like ice
Pic the subject ,roll the dice
Very sing-songy.
It flows well.