Hit & Miss (Poetry)

When did this pen take control of my life?
Why am I stuck on this page?
How come I’m scribbling half of the night?
Why can’t I relax — act my age?

Why do I wrestle with obstinate words?
Just who do I strive to impress?
Should I give up or crack on ’til the end?
Will I ever make sense of this mess?

Is this my last line or will better things come?
Do all poets feel anxious like this?
Or am I the only one tearing my hair
when the truth is it’s all hit & miss?