No they tell me once more,
rejected yet again.
Me they seem to deplore.
I am just way too grim.
My ideas are far too wild.
No one can relate.
Dismissed like a wayward child.
There is no need for a debate.
My writing is called a pile of trash,
Unworthy to be read.
Feelings they say it lacks.
I am just another talking head.
What If I am misunderstood,
Because I fail to explain?
If I do all I think I should
will it still drive me insane?
For my writing is an outlet.
A way to set my thoughts free.
That way I will not forget,
and I will find out what is meant to be.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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Comments (2)
Beautiful. That is what writing supposed to be. An outlet. A way to free your mind. But it would be cool if we could make real money from it.
Good work, but check your spelling in the last line: "ment"?