The Artists call

The Artists call

A Poem by Ric Miner

F**k, I got stuck
In The land of the lost
Cause,
which must've
Made me
loathe the Artists'
Call,
knowing I'll destroy
what creates
Such wonder
and awe

But am I that big,
A god of destruction
Running amuck and
Taking whatever sticks
To the wall?

Probably just sick,
And tired
Of waiting to answer

The artists' call.

© 2017 Ric Miner


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Added on October 12, 2017
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Ric Miner
Ric Miner

West Chicago, IL



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Mostly a poet and lyricist. I'd say I'm here because I'm looking for an outlet, and feedback, since my friends are sick of being a sounding board, and I'm pretty sure none of them are Engl majors lol... more..

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A Poem by Ric Miner