Sitting here, depressed, alone,

Thinking, “Woe is me!”

I pick up my pen to write some

Existential poetry

I weep and moan in clever prose

In freeform, obviously

For rhymes’ restrictions have no place in

Existential poetry

Allusion, alliteration, and

Vivid imagery

Occupy each verse of my

Existential poetry

Using both my words and placing

My lines cleverly

My work’s shape is a symbol, as in

Existential poetry

One word, an exclamation point

Repeats will number three

To emphasize the purpose of my

Existential poetry

A mood shift in the final line

I hope will set me free

And thus I now conclude my work of

Existential poetry

I reread it once, twice, thrice

And note some irony

For I have accidentally rhymed

Two lines of my freeform poem