The Arrogance Of A Writer
When problems arise
Like dark clouds into my skies,
A strange kind of thrill goes over me.
Because I am a writer.
I thrive on adversity.
Rolling and tumbling fill me with words
Which come out as pearls on paper...
When my efforts go down the drain,
And everything I do goes in vain,
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: arrogance,life