Writing a poem with the first being last

Last being first, the potential is vast

Vast in possibilities, rhyming and format

Format the poem to what the prompt hints at

At a certain point while writing this prompt

Prompt seems difficult, creativity is stomped

Stomping at the ground while angrily thinking

Thinking of rhymes, the flow starts sinking

Sinking through my mind to find any rhymes

Rhymes to be used in such a dire time

Time’s running out, I need to sleep

Sleep schedule’s ruined, I just want to weep

Weep for my wasted time spent rhyming

Rhyming for a hard goal, though I keep climbing

Climbing to reach the end of this pain

Pain that I’ll take, and experience I’ll gain

Gain a sense of pride, when I reach the top

Top’s getting higher so I might as well stop.