It’s 4:00am and I am trying to
Write something beautiful.
But the words stay trapped
Behind my lips and
I choke on them
Unable to form sentences.
But the thing is,
Poetry isn’t always beautiful.
It isn’t always perfect sentences.
Sometimes it’s sleepless, restless nights
And sometimes it’s
Word.
After.
Word.
Sometimes it’s forcing the words to
Come out and choking on them
As you cough them up.
Sometimes, it’s 4:00am and your
Words are caught in your throat.
It’s choking and gasping for air.
It’s drowning in your own thoughts
Because for some reason,
You can’t get them out on paper.
Poetry isn’t always beautiful,
And it isn’t always poetic, either.
