Words intrigue me every day, i write them down, expressing them my way.
I recite my work inside and out, reading it back it often fills me with doubt.
It leaves me wondering is my work any good, but I do take criticism but please don’t be rude.
My writing may not be up your street, it might make you laugh, or it might make you greet.
Writing is my therapy it helps me offload, If I didn’t have it my head would explode.
When my work is complete, I just put it away, being content with myself that it's been written my way.
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Author:
The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 21st, 2024 09:46
- Comment from author about the poem: From the heart
- Category: Unclassified
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We all have doubts about our writing, especially when you re-read it. I’m impressed with the rhyming and how you kept it along, and my head would also explode if i didn’t write.
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