Poetry Is Life

They want me to do something better.
But life is too short to be a regretter.

Whether I make them proud or not.
I know writing is all I got.

I can't be a doctor or lawyer.
Or even a actor,I'll be a destroyer.

Why won't they understand?
Just please,somebody hold my hand.

Writing is what makes me,me.
Why can't they just see?

I feel like it was meant to be.
This is what means the most to me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Lindley Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 11:49 AM
Write, write --day and night. Don't give in , don't give up. Put ink to paper, shiner your light. Grab your dream with both hands, stick to your future plans Write for pleasure , write for fun, shine bright, bright as the Sun
Davis Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 1:20 PM
Thank you for commenting Robert,that really boosted my determination I have to keep writing more and more!
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