when I see a cold critic write
a comment stating a 'beginning
lacks substance to draw you in'
which draw me in hook line and sinker
then my friend I cannot agree because
that beginning drew me in mesmerized
fired imagination with flames of fire
my desire was inspired to write write write
thus again am I lost in an eternal night
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem