sometimes i look at the crude mass of jumbled words that spill from my fingers and i weep because i can't write good poetry.
sometimes i read, read, and reread until my eyes bleed and i finally concede that i cant write good poetry.
sometimes i want to scream and shriek since i sacrifice so much simply to sow words on paper like seeds in a field, yet i can't write,
good
poetry.
sometimes i give up.
but i've always been told that the best authors hide the most suffering, and I look back at my poetry and smile.
because if i can't write good poetry
at least it means i'm doing alright.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
sometimes i look at the crude mass of jumbled words that spill from my fingers and i weep because i can't write good poetry.
sometimes i read, read, and reread until my eyes bleed and i finally concede that i cant write good poetry.
sometimes i want to scream and shriek since i sacrifice so much simply to sow words on paper like seeds in a field, yet i can't write,
good
poetry.
sometimes i give up.
but i've always been told that the best authors hide the most suffering, and I look back at my poetry and smile.
because if i can't write good poetry
at least it means i'm doing alright.