My Poetic Shell

I'm not predisposed to read some nice prose.
I did enjoy what I've seen
But I've recently found I can't write it down
And express just what I mean.

My images will trip and probably flip
The feelings deep inside,
And never see day in spite of the way
I tried and tried and tried!

I'll stay with my rhymes that do work sometimes
And meter helps me as well.
But maybe I will, with some time to kill,
Come out of my poetic shell.