I toss around in my Ego Dust
sure of my Victimization
and Superiority
unaware,
seeking to suck
at Hollow Victory's Breast.
Content I am
to imagine
Imaginary Castles
In The Air
to dwell in.
Yet is not Ego
and even False
Pretense
necessary
to every artist
even those
who've not written
a single sentence?
Yes, it seems
because
it is through
Imagination's Portal
that we all
become
who we dream
ourselves
to ultimately be.
So I say to the Writerless
Write On
because
that is how
writers
come|
into
being
and inch
by inch
to progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, I enjoyed it, thanks.