Is the solitude of a writer,
Not so much
A gift,
As
It is a curse?
You may talk of a storyteller,
With a ghost touch
Of perfumed verse,
The tastiest ketchup kitsch.
But it is plain
That you are a twitch streamer,
Who needs to be
More professional,
In
Who
You need
To be.
Or change hobbies,
For fear
Of losing
What's real,
Like a lifetime spent in the park
In one afternoon.
Is the illusion of the purse
Worth
The fee?
YOU ARE READING
Scribblings
PoezieWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
