Poem: Just The Same

Trying to find the words, but I am always coming up short.

This was supposed to be fun, not it just seems like a test.

A test that I just cannot seem to pass.

Writing repeatedly, and everything is the same.

I miss the feel over saying something new.

Now it is just a job that is making me blue.

I keep doing it every day knowing that it is the same.

Trying to be clever, but people have caught up to my game.

This maybe it as I say every day, but then comes tomorrow and I am back again.

So, goodbye for now, until I can find the rain once again.