A Flunked Poet's Prayer

St. Catherine, St. Catherine,
For aid once more I come to you.
I know, you are the blessed saint
Who could help me and others, too.

I find myself in darkest woods
And see you as a guiding light,
The essence that would lift my mind
Out of this present mental night.

St. Catherine, St. Catherine,
Before I grow dense like a tree,
Please help me clear my thoughts to write
Elating lines, true poetry

That pleases all, but mostly me.
I pray to you, please make me rise
Above all mediocrity—
And help those other needy guys.