Writer in me slogs away
Solitude, a convenience
Loneliness, a pregnant space
A wedge between
balance, imbalance
Light from a bed lamp
Brighter than a missing halo
A writer self proclaimed
Twisting non native tongue
To write what it can't
Hoping some reader skips
The not -to-be-read
Reads the unread
Publisher's peril.
unread??? dont you stop writing...a blog that makes my day.
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