10:00 at night.
My eyelids are beginning to droop.
I have to present a poem tomorrow,
And I need to start writing now.
I rest my head on my hands,
And stare at my blank sheet of paper.
My teacher told me to write something for coffeehouse,
About anything I want.
The only problem is,
I can’t write a poem.
I can’t think of a topic.
I have nothing to write about.
I keep getting distracted.
How am I supposed to focus?
Lights are flashing all around me,
And even more light is soaring through the windows.
The table is too wobbly,
And my chair is too squeaky.
The sound is driving me crazy!
My head is starting to hurt.
People are talking all around me,
And I can hear a dog barking in the distance.
There are sounds of cars flying by,
But I can’t see them.
Walls of trees are obstructing my view.
My pencil tip keeps breaking,
As I try to write.
My mind refuses to think of words.
It seems like no words rhyme.
Why do poems have to rhyme?
Why do I have to write a poem?
Oh no the clock is moving too fast,
And time is running out!
All I have is a list of excuses!
Wait are you serious?
I just wrote a poem?
Do you want to hear another?