A Poem

A new poem, in actuality.

I'd like to say that I
Wandered through the dark
Recesses of my mind
To write this

I have to say, though, that my
Mind is not dark like a
Closet is dark, musty, closed
In actuality

I'd like to say that I
Thought long and hard using my
Boundless intellect
To write this

I have to say, though, that my
Words rolled out like
Newsprint from a press
In actuality

I'd like to say that I
Envisioned receiving
Acclaim for having the inspiration
To write this

I have to say, though, that my
Verse will probably not be noticed
Received barely, if at all
In actuality

I'd like to say that I
Couldn’t wait to put pen to paper and
Worked all night
To write this

In actuality
I fell asleep in front of the computer