Oh, the Horror!

Poetry, poetry, poetry.
What have thee done to me?

Squeezing for every bit
of last drop
that my mundane brain
can offer

Trying to find
words to express
thoughts well Hidden
by the author

Collapsing
on my bed
at the end of the
night

Listening to raindrops
fall
fall
as if to spite

the obvious lack
of harmony
between me
and
poetry.

Oh, the Horror, and
The trickery of Poetry.