A Literary Train Wreck
Poetry is my most recent passion
That's got me by the scruff of the neck
Grabbed me a couple of years ago
Not getting much sleep, I'm a wreck
Sure didn't know when I started all this
It would ignite this fire in my soul
That rages consuming every damn moment
Two poems a day is my goal
This Poetry Soup site sure is addictive
First thing in the morning I'm there
To see who's reviewed my latest entries
Did they think I wrote them with flair?
Late into the night I'm feverishly editing
Tweaking the words to the last
A few things still really bug me though
But time's running out really fast
Trembling I go to the “post poem” prompt
I click it then patiently wait
A feeling of anxiety creeps over me
As I sit there awaiting my fate
© Jack Ellison 2012
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