I want to Write a Poem!
I sit on this bed,
waiting to be fed
writing this poem with a pencil that contains no lead.
A computer is now what I used to write,
sitting by my windowsill late at night.
I hear the cars rumble as my stomach roars,
yearning for the great outdoors.
I lay my head to rest.
Knowing that tomorrow I will feel my best.
How did y'all like my poem?