The Lonely Scroll
People want you to like their work, but don’t like in return

The Lonely Scroll
I post my heart, I bare my soul,
A piece of me on the endless scroll.
With hopes it lands in a kindly gaze,
A fleeting moment, a gentle praise.
But the stars don’t shine for every word,
And echoes fade, barely heard.
On Vocal’s stage, the crowd is thin,
The battle for likes feels hard to win.
Each click, each heart, a fragile prize,
A fleeting spark in countless skies.
Yet I press on, though shadows loom,
Planting seeds in a silent room.
For art’s true worth, it cannot be sold,
Not by the likes, nor silver, nor gold.
It blooms in patience, it grows with time,
In whispered thoughts, in quiet rhyme.
So I’ll write my truths, both loud and small,
And trust one day they’ll touch them all.
For even if likes are hard to see,
Each word I pen sets my spirit free.
Note So if you read this, just give my poetry a like, please.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️




Comments (5)
This hits the spot, and we all learn what we need to learn from each other.
I feel like a lot of writers can connect with this. I know it's hard to be seen as a writer whether on vocal, social media, trying to publish, and so forth. It makes 1 question their value (I know it did for me.) I realized all my writing is super valuable, as am I as a person... regardless of if it's seen/I'm seen or not. This was a great piece!
Thank you for this
Excellent
Such a lot of truth here. Great job..