A Poem on Trying to Write a Poem

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.

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

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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