A quick poem about my current struggle to put pen to paper
At the age of 13 I basically became a different person. I wasn't concerned with what others though anymore
My biggest concern was that I didn’t consider myself to be a bore.
I want to entertain. I want to enthrall
I want to be admired and respected by all
Inspired by fame and driven by glory
My life has become one hell of a story
I’ve wrestled with champions. I’ve battled with plague
And the details to none were kept even slightly vague
I’ve paraded my tales from the east to the west
And each time I recanted a story I gave it my best
It’s strange to me how it was all just for fun
Soon a straight focus that was second to none
I want to keep thrilling you all with my tales
And never to bore you with minor details
And so far I can’t say it hasn’t gone well
But what if… what if I’ve run out of stories to tell?
About the Creator
Howdy! I’ve been writing for about 9 years now. Everything from plays to graphic novels to short stories to haiku’s about hating retail. Thanks for the support! Feel free to follow me on social media. Enjoy
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