My Experience Of Writing So Far Poem by Matthew Holloway

You can spend a week or a month
Writing and rewriting, editing
Working through lines with a fine pen
Work and rework the ink over and over
Then share to an audience ready
Only for a silence to greet you
That time spent now in anguish
That great piece of work you took pride in
Seemingly reads so unresponsive
Writing can be a hellish ambition
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There are times when you can scribble
Down a few lines in a flurry of thought
A quick fire poem from mouth to page
And presented with little fanfare
A piece you like but perhaps not love
It was a spur of the moment verse
Difficult to take much pride in
Yet the audience laps it up
Writing can be a confusing lifestyle
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You will read with envy others work
The ideas you wished you had found first
Or the poems which baffle you
leaving you uninspired and unimpressed
Poetry is like that all the time
We all have our own likes and loves
The styles and rhymes we write to
Nothing is as great or good
As that which you love
Writing is a sleepless passion
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I have no answers to your questions
No secret to being a writer
It's not the best of lives to lead
But when you create or inspire
Touch another soul with your words
Have someone stop and say
Hey I like your work
Writing is all it's worth