This life I've lived
Has been hard at times
Yet here I stand
The ugliness is painful
It's pleasures cherished
Lessons many
Fond memories few
Kind to everyone
Close to no one
At times misunderstood
Solitude my only friend
Reserved
Quiet
Always watching
Deep in thought I compose
A work of art
Which provokes emotion
The intent
This being the only outlet
To my souls content
The curse of a writer
Has been bestowed upon me
Of my choosing I'd think no
Nevertheless with pen and paper
I vanquish my inner woes
About the Creator
William Simpson
Published author, poet, introvert...
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