Happy and excited, I filled my pen with Writer’s Ink

I’ve heard this ink keeps flowing; it’s very special, I think

Got confused between the count of syllables and word

I didn’t know there are two syllables in the word absurd

Without an accompanying musical beat, how do I write in poetic rhythm

To measure the meter of the poem, without a ruler, there must be a theorem

Though worried about the stress in my life, empathy engulfed me

Poor syllables are supposed to be stressed and unstressed, sadly, nobody hears their pleas

After many attempts, I managed one stanza with the perfect rhyme scheme

I soon realized my structureless poem sadly lacked a theme

Missing in my verses were similes, metaphors, and other literary device(s)

Won’t refill my pen with Writer’s Ink, heeding my family and friends’ advice.