I was leaving work and panicked
because my keys weren't in my pocket.
Then I felt anxiety
because I thought I'd lost my keys.
Then I felt perplexed
because I had used them to get in.
Then I felt frustration
because they had to be there somewhere.
Then I got excited
because I thought I'd gained
the ability to
Then I became sad
because I found my keys.
No magic powers for me.
All true. Well, except for the part where I thought I had magic powers.
This is the first time I have ever - EVER - written a poem for something other than a college class I took on poetry. Don’t expect me to make a habit of it.