Panic Station
This document I’ve typed up is ready now to post
but I’m not sure quite what it is that bothers me the most --
that it will be quite misunderstood because I’ve said it all so wrong,
maybe a piece meant light-heartedly will come over way too strong.
Perhaps I’ve got my facts messed up, seeing truth when it’s a story,
so I’m heading for disaster with some idiotic glory;
or someone’s going to take offence to something that I said --
so many different worries are now rushing through my head.
This ‘enter’ button beckons me – it says ‘Get on and press’,
but I’m in some crisis of anxiety I really must confess;
my confidence is lacking and I’m so filled up by doubt,
that someone will discover that I’m not entitled to speak out.
I’ll read over what I’ve written, make some changes then some more,
this type of stupefaction is becoming such a chore.
The button, well, I have now pressed, so what I’ve done is done
I’ll continually worry that I’ve just upset someone.
The feeling will then linger until the whole process starts again
but I really do love writing and have no plans to abstain.
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Comments
This is a feeling I get, used to get, every time I posted something, but now I've decided not to give a shit--except when it may upset one of my friends!
Publish and be damned.
Another cracker
Cheers Kevin
A wiser bloke said that you can please some of the people some of the time - you know the rest. Most of us don't want to stand on toes, but when some writes that they are offended, at least it's a response to our work and we or they can choose to modify or not. Usianguke
I cant much relate to this since I really dont give a damn about my posts. I still see that you put thought into your poems which this one explains in a great way
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