All the poems I’ll ever write

Are already written

The words chosen carefully

I can hear them when I listen

To the sound of the wind

Or the sound of the rain

They come to me in waves

To wash away the pain

All the poems I’ll ever write

Have been picked apart so much

Before they’re even on paper

They’re never enough

All the poems I’ll ever write

Always three steps behind

My mind that races forward

Maybe I’ll never find

All the words so they can see

How I long for it to be

When all the poems I’ll ever write

Finally, reveal me