A Writer's Woes

Since I’ve been here writing
Trying to use a wit of lightening
I’ve lived with fear and tension
Not to mention
The odd sleepless night
When, taking fright
About an absurd word,
A subverting verb
How better to excite, disturb?

Then I heard a rumour
Some folk don’t like humour
Why does it matter what people think?
And, should all my scribbling sink
Into the morass of oblivion
Should I feel hurt or woebegone
Or simply smile and carry on?

Why should I fret, why should I care?
If the work I freely choose to share
Doesn’t meet with your approval
Or, as transient as gold alluvial,
Is washed away gone for all time
No one knowing it was mine

Is it ego, pride or vanity false?
Makes me dance this macabre waltz
A writer with his heart unfurled
Trampled on by all the world
Fandango’s danced upon my soul
Yet still I strive to reach my goal
Why?