Tonight I tried to write a poem
But I failed to convey,
All the things a poem should,
All the things I cannot say.
Sometimes I just cannot write
So I choke on words in vain,
And the more I fight, I drown
In countless synonyms of pain.
Maybe I should speak instead.
Maybe I should learn to mutter.
But my voice is coarse and plain
And in times like these, I stutter.
So I leave it all to you,
To decipher at your leisure
And perhaps this dismal failure
Shall invoke a secret pleasure.