The Depressed Writter
I am not a writer of letters
I am not a writer of notes
I prefer ball point not feathers
A writer of poems, yes
A writer of memoirs, yes
A keeper of journal, yes
Never a painter, never a drawer
Never a sculptor, never a designer
Always a writer, me an artist, why bother
Of the minor talent
Which god gave me
I wish it was more heard by
Certain people and you know
Who you are
I won't name anyone
I wish they'd heed
As I watch the ink
from my pen bleed
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