Some Cliché Poems (for when you truly get the hang of it)

0 - What the fuck am I doing here? (A reflection on why I did this)

I never truly dared to write poetry

Yet lately I haven't been me properly

So, I tried to capture my nights

Where insomnia showed some insight

Every night I typed on my phone

I corrected, I studied

I left myself muddied

All I wanted was to know

Not to know how to write

But to write myself how to know

Have I succeeded? That I ignore

But I hope my craft gets you ko

(Also I have no reference for doing this so I truly have no fucking clue on what am I doing, but it just feels "correct")