the poem titled hiatus

Hiatus


The feeling I couldn’t even express it
A poet in convalescence
I had the potential
Words in my head blowing up exponential

And every word I said I doubted
Man I doubt it

I walked around and I pouted

I wanted to write something
But I kept thinking about it

And my wife wants me to write about it
And I’m all uptight about it

And the more I recede
The less I believe
That those who can read
Will receive
My little poem with relative intrigue