The Unemployed Poet

There is not much hope

for an unemployed poet

when nobody cares for

the words that he’s wrote.

Day after day trying

to come up with ideas

only to throw them away

for no good reason.

Unhappy that he has

no story to tell

he retreats further

into his lonely shell.

Words are his life but he is

unable to get them out,

a prisoner of his shyness

that fills him with doubt.

No one seems to

understand what it’s like

to have so much to say only

for your words to go on strike.

He prays that someday

an idea will strike like lightning

to fill up his pages with

words that are exciting.

ballpen blank desk journal
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