In front of a computer, with no other light,
A writer sat, like he did every night.
Although this writer was lacking inspiration,
And was suffering from slight starvation.
And while he was weary, and had blurred sight,
He tried to put up one last fight.
While he typed and typed, and found himself continuously hitting "Backspace",
The words seemed to be laughing right in front of his face.
And after countless hours of typing the first paragraph,
He rewarded himself with a nice nap.

Funny, I got Writer's Block while writing this...

Oh, the irony

The first few sentences really grabbed me, but the poem kinda lost a bit of flow near the middle.

Did you have a specific form in mind when you were writing this?

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"Life isn't about how hard you can hit;
it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward"
{[YT]} [|BEYBLOG|] (â—ŠSoG-My Bookâ—Š)/<DA>\

Not really! Though I must write a Haiku so I can win an Alienware laptop!

Hm, where did I lose you? I'll try my best to fix it...