Giving in to the writing
all else went to hell
The bills stayed unpaid
one room left to dwell
Giving in to the writing
I rolled the last dice
Two dots facing upward
—and paying the price
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
Writing as a career is like gambling. The odds of winning is only few. A thoughtful poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Price to be paid for opting to be a writer. A tough challenge. Nicely articulated. (Ten minutes ago I read another poem 'Angel Eyes')