untitled my poems are,
because it seems so hard.
to try, to write, to title one.
before they're written or after they're done.

it's impossibly the same.

it's an unwinnable game.
sad? happy? a spoiler or not?

each word comes with a battle fought.

poetry sounds nice
if it rhymes once or twice.

and if the title's good,

attention attracted, it should.

but the words just don't come.
no, it's not because i'm dumb.
it's because words are quite so hard.
and the title waits away, so damn far.

in conclusion, stray from perfection.
the title's not winning an election.

it's part of the poem, just as important.
it shouldn't seem so foreign.