Let’s try a Sonnet

When one feels the urge to write
Yet thoughts refuse to form
And sense retires in spite,
One takes such as the norm
And lifts the pen in hope
Of catching what flies by
While making wide one’s scope
And snaring what is nigh.
And so a poem is born
Raw and gasping for air
Lying lost and forlorn
Seeking to avoid despair
But now it’s here right on the screen
Behaving like it’s always been.

This is a Shakespearean sonnet using the line structure ABABCDCDEFEFGG