May I write this poem in hate

For I don’t and never will

Understand how people create

And understand each concept

Of each word written

For each word

Has a meaning

A feeling

I can’t understand

Or like

Then the differnt meanings of poems

Makes it easy for me to

The rhyme of them scratches my brain

How do to people create such

Masterful worlds of art

While mine

Is just a tapestry

Of awfulness

A poem is to tell a story

A lesson

In words

A work of art

But one I can never master

For I try and try

But I can never make them

Like the theater

I try every day but can

Never master the skill

But it is to a skill to master

A it’s a skill to write a story

A movie

A tapestry

Of words

Of a poem