To live forever;
The ultimate goal.
A fruitless venture
framed by an ego
only a writer knows.
Recognition tastes hollow
when the bank's running low.
Empty notebooks, the prey.
Chew them up,
spit out the sewage.
Leaving the mess behind
for an unsuspecting descendant.
Imagining that the words
will be cherished
by a world I'll never know.
Lining up the sight:
hoping, dreaming, wishing,
shot after shot,
falling flat,
getting back up,
hunching over the desk.
A ritual of masochism—
perhaps narcissism.
What's so important
about what I have to say?
Why does anyone
work so hard
to fill a blank page?
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The pursuit of a lifetime...
To live beyond what the body measures.
To snare success,
or at least leave behind
enough of a mess
to be remembered.
About the Creator
Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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