Poem -

Writers Hell

Writers Hell

I draw my ink up from the well,
The dark abode of writers’ hell.
I’m never happy with my pen,
Lyric I write again and again.

I etch my thoughts far and few,
Suddenly I’m drowning in creative spew.
Clasping images, everyday things,
Attempting to spin a yarn that sings.

Scratching feelings on anything to sight,
Match box, receipts, literally anything to light.
I worry and read and read again,
Is this the one or another dead end?!

I will reap the benefits I do believe,
One day my work will be well received.
I have to have hope even though I dwell,
Striving for more in my own writers' hell.

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John Astley

Excellent! That's exactly what IΒ  go through sometimes when I'm writing,you put it very well - in a great ryhme too!
Bravo

John

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Simon Bromley

Thank you very much.Β  Had trouble thinking of something to write and i thought well why not just write about that! Thanks for reading.

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Michael King

This is special. New formalism forever.Β 

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Angel

Great write angelΒ 

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Simon Bromley

Thank you for reading and voting angel, take care.

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Angel

Your welcomeΒ 

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