A Poet Tale
I linger at my laptop day and night.
Not making a fiction to shift a slight.
My ink was poised on the tips of my knuckles.
There isn't a veil of aims waffle puzzles.
Sonnet forming is an arduous endeavor task.
It should be tame as faces veiled with a mask.
But then, it may truly stay as excessive.
Alternatively, should rhyme it with pensive.
In point of fact, I'd say it's relatively precise.
Sonnet forming is a complex endeavor to entice.
It is prompted you to describe it with your eye.
But all I can rake stand a specific region of the sky.
A mouth heaped with fiction and sophistry.
Vacant storage space of bounty.
A storeroom that has been overcome by mice.
"Goodness!"My mind is deploring in an obscene vice.
Crafting a poem presents a daunting challenge.
Dazed, I flung my pen down expunge
It was simply too much for me to handle.
I sincerely obtained sight of the paper bundle.
I had seen my sadness jotted in dim crafting.
Moreover, I transformed it into a concert showing.
Artists are bound to name it a stanza or verse.
I took a gander at the page with unity and curse.
I'm grasping my worksheets in my hand.
Despite the way that my verse was bland.
I included an explanation that my poems were bad.
Unlike squashed stone, Lyric composing is hard.
Written: November 20, 2021
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