Struggle To Be Read Poem by Heath Gunn

Oh how we try to figure out,
this struggle to be read.
As we sit and scribble down,
the thoughts from out' our heads.
Scrawling down on paper,
all our troubles and our woes.
To all the world we lay bare,
our inner hidden souls.

I email you, you email me,
to read each other’s prose.
Then wait upon the comments,
For to rate, and then to vote.

So when you next get emailed,
for your poets eye to view.
Another's inner thoughts,
take 5 minutes, as if ‘twere you.
Who had written all that's jumbled,
and got it out' your head.
Committed it to paper,
so that you not forget.
And consider very carefully,
the words before you write.
More so, how you comment,
And how pen, not sword, may smite

Heath Gunn