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
Copyright © Charles Gadbois | Year Posted 2025
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