I'm A Writer Who Cannot Write

I'm A Writer Who Cannot Write

A Poem by Lana

I am a poet who writes for myself
I never share it
I’m ashamed
My words spill out on their own
They’re like a black, sugary liquid pouring from my ears
And I wish I could say it’s just Diet Pepsi
I wish millions would buy it
Drink it
Love it
Rave about it
But I’m just a so-called poet who writes and then closes the door
My words spill out of me, but they’re not beautiful
Yet the urge always gets to me
And I love to tell people I’ve just written something
While hiding the words in a closet
Never to see the light again
You see, I’m a phony and a writer 
But who do I write for?
It’s like asking someone who do they live for?
And there’s always an answer, a song
A feeling like a melody
Like when autumn smells of fallen leaves
And you’re walking through the city and suddenly feel the urge to smile
You don’t know why, but if someone asked
You would have an answer
There’s always an answer
So tell me, who do you live for?
And who do you write for?
I personally have no idea

© 2024 Lana


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Added on September 23, 2024
Last Updated on September 23, 2024
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