You wrote to rise others up
Now you are writing to be made the best
Inspiration is gone
Sitting in the dark you wonder why you have to outdo the world around
Now you have become addicted to be pleased
It is not inspiration, now it is addiction
Last night you wrote but none read
You wake up in the middle on the night to take another pile
They are finished
Reads? None………it hurts
What do I do?
You are going cold
Out of heaven you are
Take the pen and paper
Nothing comes out even with your effort
It’s not a test
Yet it ant feeling so right
You started it out of inspiration
Now you are dying of starvation
Was it the price to pay for such a beautiful gift?
You are the unknown writer who puts it on a page because he can’t be published
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