“I Was Never a Poet”
I was never a poet,
just a dreamer
wandering through the landscape
of language,
lost among the echoes
of unwritten verses.
My thoughts were never crafted
into perfect stanzas,
nor my feelings
shaped into eloquent lines.
I never mastered the art
of rhythm or rhyme,
nor found comfort
in the meter of a verse.
Words eluded me,
slipping through my grasp
like grains of sand,
each attempt
a half-formed thought,
a whisper without form.
#poetry #draft
I was never a poet,
just a dreamer
wandering through the landscape
of language,
lost among the echoes
of unwritten verses.
My thoughts were never crafted
into perfect stanzas,
nor my feelings
shaped into eloquent lines.
I never mastered the art
of rhythm or rhyme,
nor found comfort
in the meter of a verse.
Words eluded me,
slipping through my grasp
like grains of sand,
each attempt
a half-formed thought,
a whisper without form.
#poetry #draft