Alright this is a "recycled" post because I have like two minutes to post and this is just a poem I wrote for English.
The clock on the wall reads 9:02
I have to finish this poem
My mom is telling me to hurry it up
As I struggle to rhyme with “ohm”
I take the easy way out of rhyming
By explaining what I need
I need a plot to finish this work
One of evil, sin, or greed
Perhaps my problem is right there
Right where I can see it
To finish the poem is the way to go
My problem? I will be it.
6 minutes went by in the flash of an eye
My dad has gone upstairs
My mom and sister watch TV
“Friends” from their comfortable chairs
The day that past was hard and fast
My schedule was hectic, yes.
School and play practice for 9 hours straight
And my poem is not over, I guess.
I still have no plot! I know what it is,
I just can’t say it in my head,
I feel like I’m just pouring words in this poem,
And I just want to go to bed
But I continue until I finish my work,
Under the monitor’s glow,
For soon, maybe soon, it will be done,
And this is what keeps me going, I know.
This is what keeps me going.
I look at the clock in disbelief
9:20? You must be joking.
This, the 8th stanza, must be the last.
I hope my poem’s provoking
One more stanza to finish the beast,
To finish my problem, my plot
The irony is obvious to me.
Since my poem’s not done, I’m caught.
I’m ending it now, I must, I have to
For my sanity, for god’s sake!
My life seems to revolve around this poem.
And now, it’s over, my ache.