Thursday, August 16, 2007

Creation

Night is fading into dawn as somewhere near the doorway rests
A broken pencil,
Bloody point.
An average ending at its best.

But every night insomniatic, writing just to keep him sane
Is this creature,
Barely human
Failing to turn pain to gain

2 comments:

Florizel Polixenes said...

I really like this one. It is a good description of what it is like to feel you have to write your thoughts, or go crazy. A very good poem about the writers condition.

The Riverman said...

i thought it appropriate to begin this experiment with.