Writer's Lament
Blank page, thoughts flow
These are the words I want everyone to know
It’s up. Tell me what you think!
Crickets. No one even gives it a peek
No likes, no follows, no subscribers to read my words
Just sentences in the ether, not making a dent in the world
O poet, O novelist, O creators of worlds
You have chosen a quiet and lonely path
A path of weariness, despair,
Guaranteed to break your heart
But write anyway, create those stories
Do it because you must, and not for glory
Fill those pages with your hard won ideas
Let your imagination light up fires
So yes, no one may read your words
But it’s ok, because you write to quench YOUR thirst
