Writer

The love overrules frustration

No time left for relaxation

Awake until the rising sun

A writer’s work is never done

Staring hard at a blank, dull page

Trying to break out of her cage

No clue how to continue on

A writer’s work is never done

No time in space can capture it

No words would ever seem to fit

Until she feels her prize is won

A writer's work is never done

Through the bitter cold ache and pain

The sweetness of a summer's rain

Be it old, young, daughter, or son

A writer’s work is never done