Reclusive Writer

Reclusive Writer Avoid society Avoiding the light Always a pen in hand Footprints in the sand Ponder the night Black ink bleeds off the pages Mind always racing Reasoning between the lines A poet is isolated Solitude in darkness Just a small candle glaring My shadow whispers next to me Focus on my work A cemetery is planted next door A reclusive writer A mystery story teller Dragging behind on paper Mind fading at dusk Empty spaces Empty thoughts Sometimes, writer's block Eyes are blurry Another cigar burning Locked up in my room Pages are crumpled up A new title For a new poem We are writers in the dark We are chained to the desk We write on