Writing
Half digested thoughts run
Through my mind, unsolved
Needed
Sent away half forgotten
Half undigested
Writing is sweet torment
Which too easily turns
Into silly longinglessness
Wording plaything
Pain
I start so deeply seeking
The meaning of things only
To find
Words betray me
Words betray my feelings
My longinglessness
Readers laugh
At the serious parts
Misunderstand
The humorous part
I cannot portray the
Mystery of my longinglessness
Loneliness
Writing is such sweet sorrow.
The Hopeless Task
By Gina
I want to be a writer
Although I don’t know why
Rejection after rejection
Doesn’t only make me cry
It also makes me question
My very seam of life
Why do you want to write?
When all it gives is strife?
What is that itch of writing
That you so need to scratch
It cannot yet be income
Since few are in that batch
Most writers have no money
But write and write all day
And when it comes to bills
They find it hard to pay
It cannot be for fame
Since that is not for me
Then why oh why keep writing?
‘eh?