Author's Note: I was sitting in Spanish class, and I had finished my work about 45 minutes early, so I decided to write a poem. A long time ago I decided that the theme would be that which I do most: writing. The end result reminds me of Mort Rainey in Secret Window. I write too much for my own good and I am convinced that I have the "Mort Rainey writer's gene" and that was my inspiration. So here you go. Just a short little poem I like to call "The Curse".
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The Curse
Ink all over my skin
Words burned in my brain
The curse of being a writer.
Loosing touch with reality
thinking
dreaming
lost
The curse of being a writer.
Life begins with the touch of
pen to paper
people living and dying
The curse of being a writer.
Always distracted
never "in touch"
alone, yet surrounded
The curse of being a writer.
Expressing yourself
craving attention
negative or positive
it doesn't matter
The curse of being a writer.
I am a writer
it is my gift
it my curse
it is my destiny.
The curse of being a writer.