I, too, Blank

I, too, dislike it, the taxing nausea of writing a structured poem.

                It sends shiver down my spine.

When I write a poem, I get lost in between a rift of ability and non- ability.

                                I find my self facing an impasse with writers block as

I try with failing, frustrating attempts to put words down on a paper.

However much I dislike writing poem,

                Reading them is a complete different story.

When I read it is as if I were reading a book. With the same

                                Tingly, elated sensation of getting lost in the wonderful,

Mysterious pages of print.

When I get lost in those pages and words,

                Of emotion from the author and creator I am

Able to feel exactly what they want their reader to feel.

                                I experience those emotions of

Mystery, anger, joy or contentedness.

I, too, dislike the taxing nausea of writing a poem.