No Title Poem by Dyhanara Rios

all my poems start the same
seven syllables at first

the title takes longer to craft
than the poem itself

lost capitals to seem artsy
or maybe this is defeated

this hour only exists
for worry and wonder
though the Truth says not to

you would prefer I get some sleep
so I can worry in daylight instead
where poems are less profound
and a hushed sunrise decides
to turn the anxiety dial back to zero

all my poems end the same
well isn't this the worst