Obliteration

I've always enjoyed symmetry,
A perfect balance of two things,
And so I'm trying poetry.

What really gave these thoughts their wings
Was my Creative Writing class,
Which causes many ramblings.

When many a young man or a lass
Is feeling like hate's lightning rod,
They embrace poetry's morass.

I'm really not the type of sod
To besmirch others' expression,
It's just I find it rather odd.

I've neither patience nor passion
To express my internal angst
In poetry. I use caution.

In prose I can safeguard against
Personal things or synthetic.
Before truths my fake world hangst.

My problem is quite pathetic.
I don't give rhyms their due forthought.
Thus they're peripatetic.

Well, once again, the words I've sought
Fall out my brain like grains of sand.
But at least there was something wrought.