I was trying to think of things to write and instead I wrote this.
How like far too much of my writing.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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On this eve my attempts
At writing poetry have met an end
Despite my continued trying
I come up with empty results
Though there still remains time
To find something that will fit
What I want to write
Distractions don’t help
For they easily sway
I try to send them far
Yet they easily return
Though maybe it comes down to
Being tired and needing rest
Perhaps these and many others
Are preventing my attempts
Though I continue to try
And maybe I will get there
Though soon sleep might reach me
Before this reaches its end