Doing My Best

Some say my words don’t paint a picture for them

they don’t feel the wind and chimes of bells

God knows I try but syllables only squirt

like toothpaste from a tube when you press

to get a last drop cause aint much left

and won’t come easy to the end.

See I think that is it

nothing comes easy when you press

like forcing a square peg into an octagon.

It just doesn’t work.