What type of poem should I do,
Too hard to pick just one,
There are poems about everything
So originality is slim to none.
I could write about love,
No, too many cliché’s,
I could write about pain,
No, that’s been written to death
What about fear, should that be the one,
No, my fears are too small, they won’t scare anyone.
As I look to my still blank page,
A thought comes to mind,
And the words quickly follow,
As they jump all in line.
My poems now finished,
And my hands growing numb,
I can honestly say “Thank God that I’m done”
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