Sitting in my chair Messing with my hair, I read the essay prompt My brain felt swamped.
I think of you What would you do? How do I concentrate? Can you demonstrate?
Suddenly, a burst of air fills the room with flare. It's that **** door why didn't I notice it before?
I feel the breeze against my flesh I regain my thoughts and feel fresh In, I breathe, clearing my head Out, I push all thoughts of dread.
I take a sip of my cold drink, Now I can finally think! I pick up my pen, oh how daft, I realize as I write my final draft.
I finished this poem and right as I was about to hit save, my internet went down. So I did my best to recreate the same poem, and I guess I was somewhat successful. Oh the original was such a gem.