Redundant

So, I've been starting these stories, and I just stop finishing them. Not because they become redundant, but because the interest in finishing the story fades, and simply because it becomes too much for me...sometimes.

My fingers pound away at the board,
Forcing out the words
That tell the stories of my day,
     My oh-so-pitiful day...

 

But I only get so far,
Then I must quit
Because I just don't care,
     Care what comes next...

 

Beating up the keys

Right here before me,
Without the urge to finish,
     Finish what I started...

 

         It becomes redudant,
And I am bored.

Author's Note

I don't really like this one. Let me know what you think. i think the quality of the words isn't that wonderful...

Reviews

[Moi]

No, the quality of words is not that wonderful at all! But, this is something every writer knows. Myself, I can especially sympathize. You type and type as inspiration grants flow, but motivation fades, and before you know it; you've either outgrown your writing and abandon it like a childhood toy, or it becomes so complicated that if you decide to keep going you'll have accomplished a mess. For whatever reason, we stop and start something else. It's very frustrating. Perhaps if you added more about the frustration, if you made these words more flustered this poem could become a personal favorite.

[Clarisse Nanoit]

I can relate VERY well. It's the story of my life.
KH