It rained parts of speech.

Forty volumes,

Forty tomes.

A sea of words

Has drowned my garden,

Deeper than the

Garden Gnomes.

Now I vainly swim,

Frog-like,

Eyes above

The surface,

Looking for

A fly.

Seeking affirmation,

Votes,

Some pleasant lie.

How sad to be a Wattpad poet!

Don't we know it.