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


  • Author: Poetic persona (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2023 11:02
  • 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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  • Ok Waleed

    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

    • thinkerbell

      Ya things would be better if it was a collaborative process wherein everyone is given due respect and credit.

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