Seeking Inspiration

6/7/2016

I sit back and start to write
I sit here on my laptop eagerly to type
What to jot down, something wrong, something right
Then I realize, its gone, all the hype
Where once I was so full of vivid imagery
Now the shell of who I once was can’t create beauty
My ideas have gone from merry, to enslaved cultures just wanting to be free
Any author will say life inspires us, well then these stories reflect me
How I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, crashing down
How I lose everyone I love, how the monster inside destroys all in my path
It reflects all of my fears and regrets, it causes me to frown
In my books, the character fails first, then they unleash their wrath
Then eventually they realize their mistakes
They realize the innocence they did drain
They vow no matter what it takes
No matter how much pain
They will right the wrongs
They will redeem a name forsaken by the one writing their tale
Inside the pain throngs
In my head the angels wail
The difference between life and my writing
In my books they persevere
They are like the lightning
One minute they are miles from their goal, the next they are there
So I ponder what to pen
Because in the end who will remember anyway
I was always a nobody stuck in the wrong tale, just wondering when
When will my author stop taking pity, when will be my day