Writer’s Struggle

with all these paragraphs, it’s hard to choose a title,
among the stream of information in my head.
there’s so much more my memory is hiding –
the thoughts will only stop when I’m dead.
while trying to avoid the real calling,
creating something for someone and not myself,
I didn’t think this life was so lonely,
and I don’t want this loneliness to dwell.
to break the barriers, I must continue writing,
creating, making things with no regret.
this is my way of modern, peaceful fighting,
which makes me more alive, before I’m dead.


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