My Seven

By: Kazemizu7


Poetry Poetry,

Alas, this line is one short.

Why doth thou elude me so much?

While this here goes one over.

I seek, struggle, and write.

Why is it that hard to write?

My creating well runs dry.

Distant from my desire?

Leaving my torturous thirst unquenched

Always too much or too few.

I only want to write seven.

My aspirations are there

Yet I place more or less,

eluding my hopes and dreams.

But maybe I have been

Maybe I am mistaken?

reaching seven this entire time

No, I'm not. I need practice.

No, I've yet to write seven.