Fight

Most of you might know it,
I'm not great as a poet.
I'm far from bring a laureate,
And sometimes don't even step up to bat.
Most of my rhymes are pretty crap,
That I know as a bonafide fact.
But that don't stop me trying hard,
To become some sort of gifted bard.
I'll never get there of that I'm sure,
But even that won't stop me from writing more.
For some reason trying to write in perfect syntax,
I just can't do and so I can't relax.
But I do my best in this poetic fight,
While getting serious I also try to be light.
I'm like that in every aspect of life,
Whether things are going well or I'm going through strife.
I haven't written anything for a long time, so I'm trying to clear off the rust from my writing mind.
Thats possibly why this is all over the place,
Should I publish it or do I discard it and save face.
Fuck it, these words are tumbling out,
What the fuck are they even about?
Think maybe it's because I'm alone,
And to wild ramblings I am very prone.
This writing is a glimpse into my mental state,
It's been all over the place as of late.
I just sit inside staring at the wall,
Trying my best not to give in at all.
I've got no flight in me, only fight,
But it's taking me everything not to give in to this plight.
Anyway, enough of this crap,
Going to lay on the sofa, put a film on and nap.