Give Up

Writing prose can sometimes stifle.
Ideas are dust in the wind, and
I miss. You must hold on for a moment:
I have to finish the sentence.
Wait still, for now
The paragraph needs completion.
I am trying.

Poems demand less.

Grab and place those ideas down

Now.

Hide meaning between the lines.

Free your mind.

And I try.

Society holds me back

There are restrictions.

Blogs conflict freedom.

Poems are thus difficult

And still, haven't I tried?

Yet, I write only to criticism

People are sceptics.

Infer my meaning,

Is that not poetry?

I tried.

Prose does not work.

It is too tedious

And painful.

It is too long, and no one reads.

What else have I to try?

Maybe I should give up the blog.