The Writer

Don’t be an actor
But it’s what he became
To hide the melancholy
That leaked from his heart

His muse was that
And remember it he must
Sadness must leak
To the steel page and rust

Forever erode
Eternally create
The darkness that follows
The joy he recreates

Change the scene
Swap the players
The writer must fall
Into the madness

Stay in the moment
Feel it well
Breathe it in
Let the heart swell
Over and over
Never still
Like the tide on the shore
Or a shallow English well

Breathe it in
Let it go
The creators journey
He must let it flow


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