No Living Here Poem by Matthew Holloway

I'll make no living here
At a typewriter or laptop
With the notebooks and scraps
Of paper in draws and on tables
Retiring to be a writer, the dream
I'll make no headway no escape
I'll make no living here
Placing text upon pictures
And video recitals
Working through the night
On line upon line of verse
Drinking copious amounts of whatever
Searching through my heart, soul, mind
To pen those words once more
I'll make no living here
I no longer have the youth
I don't have that sex appeal
The celebrity to sell books
Yet I will continue to write
To express my thoughts, feelings
Always in the knowledge
That I'll make no living here