The Mysterious Writer Poem by Jay Lude

I stumble through my swamp of a room
To my wooden desk of comfort
Where masterpieces are created
There my arch enemy paper
And his sidekick pencil, mock my intelligence
With some help from my brain
They are an almost unstoppable trio
But I have the most unpredictable weapon of all
An IMAGINATION
Thoughts and ideas shoot through my mind
Like cannons on a battleship
The power of imagination puts me in control
So the pencil must write and critique to my needs
I write many masterpieces to my liking
Some are born into the world, with no name at all
The trio will win many battles
And frustrate me like nothing else can
But I must respond to the adversity
Nothing comes easy so I have to keep fighting
And in the end I will have the last laugh
I will have won the war
But now I must prepare for battle
I close my eyes and Listen…
Listen to the voices whispering inside my head
I’m all alone in my own little world
I have faith in my hand to lead me to victory
My head aches as more thoughts
Flourish through my obedient mind
Faster and faster my hand writes
Scritch and Scratch and Scritch and Scratch
My mind freezes many times
But my hand continues writing with no worries at all
Now I kick into full drive and head for the finish line
Scritch and Scratch and Scritch and Scratch
Scritch and Scratch and Scritch and Scratch
Until suddenly…
All goes quiet as my hand hits its breaks
And drops the smoking pencil
The world around me comes back to life again
As I open my eyes
I look at the precious piece of life I have created
And begin reading with no thought at all
Anxiously I examine the extraordinary use of metaphors
And giggle to the rhyming flow
The hair stands tall on my arm
As the suspense of the poem reaches its climax
I feel a river of tears build up
And start to overflow to the poem’s cry for help
But end up laughing to the happy ending
I feel the butterflies floating in my stomach
As I sit with my eyes glued to my paper
Almost in a state of shock
But then a whole new man takes over my body
And like a Serial Killer
Begins shredding my life into a million pieces
And when all goes back to normal
I walk away laughing cause still nobody knows
The Mysterious Writer