In the dreary dark
By the flickering lamplight
A writer awaits his inner flame
Like moths drawn to light
A voided mind
Spells no words
Paints no verse
Delves in somnolence
From the depths of the dark
Emerges a shadow of hope
A ghost of words
Cloaking his worth
The wrinkly writer
Writes a borrowed dream
Copied calligraphy
Of words stringed by another
Fame knocks at the door
Looking for the author who signed the book
Not for the one who dreamt of it
Rented creativity looks charming
Fickle fame cannot blemish
Words woven into the fabric of the World
All praise and applause will never be his own
But the words were his alone
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a Ghostwriter and another writer who is facing writer's block and takes the help of the ghostwriter..the ghost writer dreams of a story , writes of it while the other writer just copies it to become famous..the last stanza signifies that even though the other writer gets all the praise , the work of the ghostwriter is his alone and is long-lasting.
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Interesting, writers block is definitely a disease, still the cure is time. Do to our fast pace culture I understand the need for ghost writers but I wish things were more collaborative
Ya things would be better if it was a collaborative process wherein everyone is given due respect and credit.
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