What's Wrong With My Art?Tell me, tell me.More Like This
What I'm doing wrong.
Or can you just not see.
What I do all along?
Do you not like my poetry?
Are my words not wise enough?
Although I write for hours to please.
Your stubborn minds, it's so tough.
Do you not enjoy at least a few.
Pictures I took of the bees?
I'm sure you'd like some of the morning dew.
Or some of the sunset and the sea.
Do you not like my sketches now?
Do you want something more detailed?
I'm trying so hard, I don't know how.
But after all my work, I've failed.
There are no favorites anymore.
The watchers are slimming down.
I have no comments knocking at my door.
Even trolls couldn't make me frown.
I submit to a fairly large group.
But it's always the same.
My art's ignored like cold soup.
And I guess only I'm to blame?
And honestly, this poem has no meaning.
Because no one will take the time.
To do a little bit of reading.
And actually hear my mind.