Poem #1

Creativity is what I lack.

I've been told to write a poem

With no requirements or prompt

Left up in the air to sort through infinite possibilities.

But there is a problem.

Creativity is what I lack.

I find comfort in rules and regulations,

Reacting well to thorough instructions.

How am I expected to write original genius

When creativity is what I lack?

I squirm in my seat, restless and uneasy,

Trying to keep pace with the neighboring poetic prodigies.

I fabricate confidence to appear on par,

But don't you understand? 

Creativity is what I lack

This is my best effort,

I promise that is true.

I'm sorry if I fall short of expectations,

But creativity is what I lack.