My writing skills aside,
A poem request I abide
Not knowing of what to say
But writing one anyway.

In deciding what to share
I'm grasping straws from air
In hopes of inspired thought
And this is all I've got?

Sadly dismissed my brain
I've caved in to the strain
Of poetic lineage true
Worthy words I am too few.

I'm forced to think of a time
When everything seemed to rhyme
I wonder just what has changed
My balance all re-arranged.

A tightwire act of verb and noun
Get mingled in my blurb and drown.
And so left with little else to say,
I close my eyes and fade away...