Scary

When ever I feel
That I don’t want to write
I tell you mate
It gives me one hell of a fright

So I pick up my pen
And find I’ve started writing again
Oh no! Here I go
The words are starting to flow

Describing the thoughts
In my mind
Now I can see
When I thought I was blind

Yes sometimes imagination
Is so unkind
But in the end
It can be refined

When I realised
That I am a writer
The future seemed
So much brighter

I scared myself
For a second
But I’ve reinstated
My creative bond

Scary

Andrew Price

Stoke -on-Trent, United Kingdom

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I couldn’t think of anything to write about this evening, then these thoughts came into my mind.

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