A Little Rusty

A Little Rusty

I can't keep a verse in rhythm

It loses it's vitality, it's omnipotence

For me that's like a sin

Some people don't see how that makes sense

See with all this rhyming

Sort of like a poetic rap

You have to think of timing

But really this is crap

Damn it was like second nature

Rhythms used to come to me

Cool, sweet and pure

This used to be easy

But somehow through the years

Something got old

One of my greater fears

Is my talent leaving me cold

I can't lose this

Passion is where I reside

This puzzle piece fits

I can't just say 'I tried'

Music will taunt me

The musician's voice raps

His words connecting constantly

But for me, it's like running laps

Hell I hate this work

Trying to get out something

That doesn't just rhyme with fork

Maybe if I could sing

Digging around in my brain

Clicking noises in my throat

Jesus it's like I missed the train

It's hard to stay here and stay afloat

I didn't realize how much this sucked

Till I started to write

Can't help but think I'm corrupt

After not even trying to fight

This wicked, wonderful talent

Losing something so close

I'll soon end this lament

Because it's starting to decompose

So these words get stuck

All I'm left with is half a poem

Something about having no luck

Let's just leave this line open

And I keep rattling on

Maybe something will hit me

Like maybe I've already won

And it's because I'm a little rusty

That these rhymes aren't flowing

And they're harder to find

But with practice I'll start holding

With the electric sparks of my mind

-Ella Hastings