"Free Your Soul"

The world is being washed by rain,

So I pick up a pen, then drop it again,

Tap it against the page,

Harder and harder 'till I stab it in rage.

Long to unleash my imagination and free my soul,

To write until the page is full.

But the words won't come and I dunno what to do or say,

When my imagination decides to take a holiday.

A/N: This was also written for English class—apparently I don't write poetry unless it's going to affect my grade and then I don't feel like just tossing it, so I decide to post it on FicPress just for the heck of it.