My cat truly is next to me,

Though he fails to push away my writers block.

I’m tired,

I’m sore,

My brain hurts,

And writing feels like a chore.

So i apologize to all who expected something great,

Something magical or relateable.

Today is not the day,

No this poem is nothing valuable.

Saving the streak,

That is my quest,

A few moments ago, the future looked bleak,

But I have reached the end, so I bid you farewell, finally able to rest.