I am a writer

November 6, 2015

I am a writer.

Painting scenes in a reader’s mind

Using a pen instead of a brush.

The click clack of a keyboard

Is stuck in my head

Until the day all words will leave me.

My fingers ache

My mind is filled with color;

However, there is a catch.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, I write

Will be exactly what I want to say.

No one is a telepath,

No one will ever know

What the story truly is;

But isn’t that what being a writer is about?

Something wrong with this poem?

Submitted to a slam

“I Am... Scholarship Slam - CLOSED”

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wittywriterNov 6, 2015

<p>A simple poem about a simple writer whose only talent is arranging words into sentences. </p>