Striking Out at Every Turn

I curse the prompt that asks me to rhyme

It’s a begging for brilliance that makes my head ache

The requisite words lists take time


A poem a day, with so much at stake

Is too much to ask of this stumbling hack

I find that my courage will break


(My fingers, my eyes, my brain are all slack)


Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s prompt for Day 15: Write a poem in terza rima. I did not like it, Sam-I-Am.

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