How difficult is it to compose
A poem, song or prose?
I think I'm prepared
But deep down I'm scared
When all my inspiration begins to close.
The words stick around in my head,
They keep me awake in my bed.
I use all of my time
To write what's on my mind
But still more foolish I feel instead.
I break out in a deep, cold sweat
Like a gambler about to lose a bet,
It's so hard to explain
I vent all of my pain
That nobody else seems to get.
"Oh, cheer up," they say,
"Just relax and this will go away!"
But my jaded mind won't let me
Nobody will help me
And my patience is starting to fray.
My own effort disappoints me so,
And I wonder, where do I go?
And yet all of me
Can reply definitely
Will I ever stop trying to write? No!
Though writing is so hard, my friend,
I still have to see this through to the end.
No matter my pain or sorrow
I'll wake up tomorrow
And keep writing all over again.
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The Limericks of Life
PoetryA compilation of limericks highlighting the aspects of life, great and small alike. In addition to the ones I'm already posting, I'm also taking requests! Comment below to let me know what you would like me to write about next!
