Dedicated to writers who were criticized for using the formal verse.
It’s already two a.m. and I’m wholly stuck.
It seems that I wasn’t immuned from what
Writers called the harrowing writer’s block.
My lids have grown nearly tired and heavy.
As my fingers relentlessly typed in ecstasy;
These words mimicking both prose and poetry.
As I pondered the reason behind this dilemma;
It was the sustained backlash I received for
My naive, outdated & contrived rhymes in poetry.
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