Writer II
Restless, I now set here
A feeling of despair
What becomes of this career?
Time wasted, disrepair.
It’s ok, I must say,
see the brightness outside
To do, to be, maybe pray
For strength from inside
To continue writing, my thoughts unbound
Embrace the spirit of the craft
To write is one thing, unused sound
To weave the writers’ path.
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