Words Aren't In Mind

As most of my other poems, this one's ABAB (except for that last line) and has 100 words as well.

I just can't think,

It's hard for right words,

For them to come out,

That'd be from a lord!

 

I grip my dry mouth,

My finger, I tap,

For it's just too hard,

I'm in a sad trap.

 

My mom's next to me,

For to bed, she's waits,

Mother starts praying,

Because it's so late!

 

I then look at her,

Mom's on her iPad!

She smiles at me,

Then now, I'm not sad!

 

Pen drops from my hand,

The paper, stands blank,

How I have Mommy,

A poem, just prank!

How I'm my favorite artist,

don't have words in mind!