My Mission

Lying down in my cozy bed Lots of ideas move across my head I pen down all I can this is how I've been bred For my life i dread Without writing I would be dead Or to some recluse I would have fled I want to write about life people lead and what I've led Or write about nature and its blessings instead Although, what I've to say people maynot have read For the more I love somebody the more they are repelled I want write about of how my heart aches and for what it has bled To review my works I've pleaded and pled My anxieties and presses none quelled When they pass negative remarks I turn red Into some quiet corner I head And reread what all I've said To check for shortcomings I've sped For very safe I want to tread.