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A Writer's Apple
I write on the blank pages
By light of a candle in a skull
Everything is black and white
Life is starting to look dull.
I stare at my messy words
My quill in my hand
I think about my life and work
A hollow soul in a hollow land.
I trace my fingers over the ink
I breathe deep and sigh and moan
Thinking of how my world is
My life and soul, empty, alone.
Then I see an apple
Shiny, bright and gleaming red
I stare at the colour in wonder
I no longer feel so dead.
The apple tumbles off the edge
I reach out to stop its fall
I gaze at this pretty thing
In my world of black and white
Maybe there's hope after all.
By light of a candle in a skull
Everything is black and white
Life is starting to look dull.
I stare at my messy words
My quill in my hand
I think about my life and work
A hollow soul in a hollow land.
I trace my fingers over the ink
I breathe deep and sigh and moan
Thinking of how my world is
My life and soul, empty, alone.
Then I see an apple
Shiny, bright and gleaming red
I stare at the colour in wonder
I no longer feel so dead.
The apple tumbles off the edge
I reach out to stop its fall
I gaze at this pretty thing
In my world of black and white
Maybe there's hope after all.
Published 12th Jul 2013
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12th Jul 2013 10:27pm
Nice insight into yourself. Your looking into the mirror and Im seeing my reflection. I often start writing when Im feeling some sort of emotional pain and the poem starts out dark and as I pour the pain on the page I start to feel better. Looking back at the emotion I could not understand until I could see it as words. Great poem. Thanks for posting
