The Writer
The writer sits in her chair
Staring into space
Waiting for inspiration.
Waiting for the spark
When she starts her hand is blurred
She pores her thoughts onto the page
She writes a poem of love and hate
She writes a poem of tragedy
She writes the poem of her life
When she's finished she cries for a while
Then she burns the poem
With the memories so painfull
So no one will see that poem
No one will ever feel her pain
2006-09-13
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