Trying to Rhyme My Feelings 🤮

I can't seem to find the time, to rhyme. Every line, seems to single itself out. And even I start to question what the poem is about. I glorify the idea of screaming into an empty room. A blank canvas. Hoping that some idea will bloom, or even just a stand in. I sit, staring at the blinking line- a line that I've gotten quite attached to. Now I swear, that's its there, no matter what I try to do. I type out a few words, erase them, type them back, erase them once more. It's an endless cycle, and I don't know how long I've been doing it for.