Write away the insanity
Or just let it simply be?
Let the pen release pain
For what is there to gain?
The paper is your art
And you can't be apart
Or suicide is to offer
Such lovely a dream walker!
Together as one
The madness is done
The only release
Strains you from peace!
A writer's life
Consist of strife
2 comments:
i absolutely love this poem! i think that it's exactly right, that is a writers life :)
Yes Skippy it's a life of sacrafice but I wouldn't want any other life
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