//Water//
It's the Poetry Writing Month,
And I sat with a pen and paper
Scribble Scribble, dots and commas
My vocabulary seemed a little taper
I wrote the first line,
Unsatisfactory, "Can I even write anymore?"
I sipped some water, "Ugh! No taste"
Lit a candle and shut the door.
Haiku or Palindrome
My mind wanders, "Is this candle even scented"
I sipped some more water, "My skin will glow"
Procrastination asked, "What if we painted?"
"Stop sitting like a fool" Ma said
"Go on a walk with your father".
Ma rants and hands me a list of items
And I left another incomplete poem titled, 'Water'.
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