I could not write
Almost a whole day had gone by
Then suddenly the words came
And I write now
Only to write
My own insignificance in writing
I need writing more
Then the world of writing needs me
And my writing has as much meaning for me
As a game I play against myself
In which victory is in just the playing.
Topic(s) of this poem: life, writing
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