Because writers are humans too,... well, most of them at least resemble humans...when you look at them out of the corner of your eyes...in a dark room...with strobe lights. Ok, I take that back, but writers are on this earth too!
…Is A Writer Never Read
4.13.2016
What more can I pour
To fill your cups
Pour my heart out in words
Just to make you look up
How many lights must I turn on
To shine in your eyes
To find myself standing
In the light effort buys
Have you take notice
As you’ll seek out why it is
You need to shade your eyes
A writer never read
Is a bedroom without a bed
A pen with no ink
A pencil, no lead
And a song never heard
Never sticks in someone's head
Is a hunger never fed
Is a love never shared
Is a writer never read
I have given…
I give…
I will always give my best
Give the very best of me
My very best to be me
As that is what I do the best
My bare feet on the coals
I’m facing the fire
But the sun’s at my back
And I’m fueled by desire
Gotta keep my cool
Try to keep it real
Try not to be the fool
That unread words
Want to make me feel
A dozen years
Of early mornings
A dozen years
Of late nights
A dozen years
As a writer believing
An audience desires
The words I write
But for now,
My efforts no more
Than a treasure unfound
My words, they remain
On pages unbound
What will be
Will be
But perhaps one day
When you shade your eyes
It will be from me
And when your eyes adjust
You will finally see
The trail of words…
The trail of words
Leads back to me
For a writer never read
Is a bedroom without a bed
A pen with no ink
A pencil, no lead
And a song never heard
Never sticks in someone's head
Is a hunger never fed
Is a love never shared
Is a writer never read
…Is a writer never read