My inability to write
A decent piece of poetry
Frustratingly annoying is
The lack of inspiration

A thousand themes run through my head
Too fast to catch and use
Because my thoughts are jumbled up
I’m utterly confused

Random little strips of thought
I catch and then I write them down
Still they don’t make any sense
At least not in that context

My soul is burning with a passion bright
A flaming hot inferno of the heart
And that’s a reason good enough for me
To change the meter of this poetry