A writer who couldn’t write
Looked up at the sky
Wondering why he tried
He took a look back at time which flies,
And remembered the passion that once filled his eyes.
From his toes to his nose, filled to the brim,
With excitement; Why now is he so dim?
He breaks, looks up at the world,
And sees the crimes that've unfurled.
Then back down at the blank lines,
The writer remembers why he writes.
About the Creator
Jadon Fitzpatrick
Hey! I’m an actor and model in Los Angeles, but also a bookworm. I am currently reading Ray Bradbury and George Orwell. Also gonna be trying to create short stories for now and can write about plenty of other of stuff down the line!
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