A Writer’s Dilemma Villanelle
Our reality trapped beneath the conscious bare, Reading and writing till our eyes bleed red. Oh, how I'd like to sleep.
Vague nepotism of a thought that's rare Concluding chapters, overread pages, run amok on my bed. My mind focused on what I reap.
Oh, how I read, listen, stop and stare, Making edits till my mind says enough already, enough said. Oh, how I'd like to sleep.
Oh, how I wish I didn't care, Pushing through the pain till my mind goes dead. My mind focused on what I reap.
I write and write till my ligaments tear, Focusing on the deep, deep, dread. Oh, how I'd like to sleep.
Praying for words to guide my thoughts and as I grasp for air Working night and day to finish my writing a narrative thread. Our reality trapped beneath the conscious bare, Oh, how I'd like to sleep.
About the Creator
Lee Roby
I published Trigonometry Simplified on Amazon. I like to write fiction as well as non-fiction. This is all a learning process for me and as I progress through this maze called life hopefully my passion and writing becomes greater.
Turquoise Clouds in a Green Sky
“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
By Matthew Batham5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
“Over-read pages, nepotism of thoughts “ were some of my favorite bits! really great work here!