Whenever I try to write a poem,

My hand doesn’t let me at all.

Let’s scroll through our phone-(just a minute!),

Every time I begin to write, it says.

Strangely, my fingers let go of my pen,

Neglecting the fresh page in my notebook,

Knowing this minute will turn into hours.

Struggling to move my hand away,

Yay! After an hour and a half,

Finally, I’ve started to write something,

Gosh! I’ve written a poem somehow!