No talent

Terror
And Error.
Response to the bearer
Of news none to fair.
In sadness of peril
Till sorrow entails
To spin head to tails
On virtual rails.
Round-about mistakes
Making sad circles and squares.
Seizing to be.
Living inside of me.
Wanting to come out;
To scream and shout.
Yelling with mouth closed
An awful, daunting prose.
In all of its glory
My lack of talent!