Writer's Burden Poem by Lubinda Lubinda

Writer's Burden



Words slowly ooze
like blood from the bruise
of my dripping pen
and just like a maiden
feeling a little guilty
after she's just losing her purity
my sheets are also crimson red!

My soul is laddened
and heavily burdened
because, I've lost something
so dear to me
I've lost my ability
to write!

You see...
Its a strange predicament
for one to find themselves in
because, I can remember a time
when my words
carried with them such a melodious rhyme
that my lines were said to have
a measure of lyrical perfection
but, now everything
I seem to jot down
is full of imperfections

So it's with a heavy heart
that I toss my pen
into my old refuse bin
as I say goodbye to art
for there in it, lies also
my silent thoughts
that had never seen
the light of day
because, I thought
no one would want
to hear them anyway
and I put together with
tattered words
I once murmured
as I they it all away!

Hands in the air
in total surrender
I lay down my pen down
as I wonder,
if could this could be the end?

Over and over again
I think to myself:
could one ever recover
from all this pain
and recapture their joy
from a feeling so hollow
and full of sorrow
because my heart had sunken
into a state of deep despair!

Writer's Burden
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Tribute to everyone who has experienced writer's block
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 28 August 2015

Nicely written, Lubinda. I have experienced this

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