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Apr 2020
I am tired
Of wanting to create a masterpiece
But not having enough energy to do it.
I feel bored
I want to do something
But when I get up
To create that beautiful masterpiece
I am drawn back by knowing I don't have the talent
And that whatever it is I make
Is never going to be seen
So I realize, what the hell is the point?
There isn't one, I know now
If no one sees what I make
There is nothing that I can do
To make it real
So I guess that I will never be seen
And my great masterpiece will never be revealed
n i c k  t h e  g o b l i n
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n i c k t h e g o b l i n  Somewhere in the Galaxy
(Somewhere in the Galaxy)   
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   Hafsa
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