Tales of A Libra

Price of Writing

The price of writing she cannot pay,

Is the price of writing valuable words,

Words that can entirely cast a spell on the reader,

Words that can trap the reader under a world of delusions,

Her words are bland, tasteless even,

Her words are small and undiscovered,

Her words are never appealing,

And she struggles to be like other writers,

Other writers who have written down words,

Words that can shake the whole world,

While her words cannot even be heard,

She feels so inferior,

She is either so envious at those talented writers,

Or she just finally accepts the fact that she is easily imprisoned by thoughts.

Now, whenever she writes she cannot feel the life of her work,

Her poems are no longer alive,

The useless words show how desperate she is trying to find herself back,

Yet she is losing into small black dots covered in white ink.

She has tried designing her poem with wonderful words,

But soon those words turn into a curse,

Should she learn and read more? Yes she did but all she got in return is a stabbed heart dipped in envy.

-she hates to admit it but her envious self prevents her from becoming the best of her-

Note: Sorry that I mostly post a bit down chapters, I will try my best to post some bright ones, sorry