The Demise Of A Poet Comments
Time slowly ticks tick, ticking away.
Sitting at the table staring at a blank piece of paper.
Pen in hand tapping tap, tapping on the table.
It echoes as it resonates thru the house.
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Good job capturing that frustrating feeling - having so many emotions, but being unable to find the words, to arrange them in a way worthy of representing those emotions. It's like death to a poet...
No flatline on creativity here. just flowing. but expressive of the utter frustration when you run into the wall. beaut.
Interesting. I suppose this is what happens to the many aspiring poets of the ages. One will not become wealthy as a poet. Drinking never helped me. I get more insight when brutalizing myself with weights. To each their own. Good write. Cheers.
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7/26/2025 6:12:55 AM # 1.0.0
very nice lines...Creativity gives way to frustration. Liquor becomes his aspiration. Nothing else matters as he drinks the pain away. Laying down bottle in hand. Giving up on his one true love.i like it everlasting feelings occurs very beautiful May Allah bless you stay blessed and keep penning...