I Wrote a Poem

Words fall from my brain to the page,
No system or sanity is remotely displayed.
Made to sit down in class and write from scratch,
I pretend that this writers block is just a rough patch.

It feels like I'm chasing my thoughts away,
I need them so badly but they're just not here to stay.
Nothing I write seems to make any sense,
And I keep messing up the past and present tense.

Just when I think it's all coming together,
I start doodling things and thinking about the weather.
I don't know how to make this piece come to an end,
So let's just say it did, and we can all pretend.