I take my pad and pen, and a seat at the table
It's wooden; my writer's block. Let's see if I'm able
To come up with anything good and,
If it's bad again, the defeating is fatal
I'm stubborn; quite a lot!
Throw fits mad when, my schemes are unstable
Dreaming of Angels
But it seems I'm unable
To receive an appraisal
These demons are hateful
They see I've a plateful
Add more to it and tell me to be grateful!
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Assorted Poetry
PoetryAn assortment of different forms of poetry, covering a wide variety of subjects. Everything from humour to satire, from happiness to depression! In the end though, it is all a battle against oneself and one's humanity...
