Writing makes me feel so clever,
I could run-on forever.
Every syllable and rhyme,
Is placed for the pace to climb.
I used to question every single pause,
Now I’m just a rebel without a clause.
Slipping into a comma coma,
Verbs drag me out with their aroma.
Every line a proclamation,
Designed to cause exclamation.
My lines are their own notation.
Symbolic and designed for quotation.
The result of blood, sweat and tears,
And passionately writing for 15 years.