It's been awhile
I know it has.
Since I've picked up pen and paper
And wrote as withpen_inhand...
My mind was not empty
My hand was not broke.
I just felt kinda sad
Cause no one read what I wrote.....
Well that was just stupid
The way I felt.
I don't write for other people
I write for myself....
It may be pure fiction
Or facts of my life
Dreams that I have
Are of things that I write...
So if you read my poems
And some you don't understand
Remember I'm writing for me
withpen_inhand.......
April 26, 2005
Excellent insight into the origins of poetry---both as the individual poet experiences it; and, as I suspect, it must have started in time immemorial.
Starward
I know like me you can't help but to write and your right doesn't matter who reads it.
Doreen