To write every day,
Is not an obligation,
But to share passion,
And determination,
To skip a day,
Is to wonder,
To think and ponder,
"Why bother? ",
Not to write today,
Is rebelling,
To show unsatisfied feeling,
Discomfort in deep meaning,
To give up that day,
Is to fall down,
At the sea and drown,
And others frown,
And on that day,
The spirit free,
Green like the leaves on a tree,
Ran from the responsibilities and glee.
A nice poetic imagination, Ally. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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Unsatisfied feeling discomfort in deep meaning.. Well written