Writing Some More

by Good Enough   Sep 3, 2022


Writing used to be easy
I would put ink onto paper
Lately I am left empty
Or running on vapor

I would write how I feel
Or how I perceived
This floating rock
Has been conceived

How emotions were strong
And how I was weak
My mind was so empty
My thoughts were so bleak

With empty attempts
I thought I could write
Leaving scratch marks on paper
But nothing seemed right

I cannot call myself a poet
I have nothing to show
My writing is blotchy
And has no flow

But then I look back
At writings from before
And I think to myself
Ah, heck I will write some more

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  • 4 months ago

    by Walter

    I enjoyed this read and especially your closing lines, ending on a positive...A good outlook in life!

  • 4 months ago

    by BOB GALLO

    What a humble way to look at your works. I saw people who fall in love with everything they write. They boost their ego so much the can't see their real world anymore and therefore they never evolve. But when the self importance is not on the way one can meet his/her poetry face to face and expend him/her self.
    Your writing is very smooth.