Spare me

I sit on my desk trying to write
The sound of Athan in my ears To the left and then to the right  My legs contract in a desperate attempt
To capture the delight
I open my eyes again
And Hold a pen
Now what's to a moment of sheer joy
But another of deep woe
Write!
Write it all down
Bury your sorrows between the lines
Sit there and weep
Bleed!
That's what Hemingway said
I'm sure it'll work that way
Back to your senses
You're not Hemingway
I put the pen down,
stare at the blank
And wonder
Is this what it takes?
Is this what one has to suffer?
If one is
Or aspires to be a writer
Empty bottles,
A burnt throat,
A stack of unfinished scribbles
And everlasting despair.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

I think that's why they say the pen is mightier than fingering yourself.
But don't despair, I liked it.
Lose the s in underwears.
Inspiration comes at four in the morning.
Don't ask me why.

[-Batata]

Haha I agree, thank you for your review. I'm glad you liked it!

[Crowley]

Wow, I am not sure how you make the process of trying to write sexy....but this did that perfectly...lol. the process can be a difficult one and the distractions are many. But I think you have to enjoy it first and let the writing come to you. Its so strange, I am almost never hard pressed for something to write about, but the quality ebbs and flows with my enjoyment of the process. Great thought provoking write this morning....loved it!!!

[-Batata]

I feel more like writing when I'm down but when I come out with something in the end I feel relieved when I don't I fall into despair. Thank you crowley for your review, much appreciated !