Yesterday I wrote a poem, then I threw it out
my fingers shook and trembled, my head was full of doubt

A poet I am not I say, I scream, I shout, I cry
my heart says I should write it, my head says you’re a lie

And so I sit and stare at a screen so blank and white
I fret, I sweat, I cry, I shout, and then I sit and write

I write and write and write and write and then erase it all
I fear a poet I am not and now I’ve hit a wall

But try I might, try I must
I’ll keep on trying until I’m dust