what on earth i will write about next.
will i put pictures into text
that show’s my fellow people how we err?or will i pen about the good men
and women that strive to make us thrive?
will i put pen to paper, to pen
of how we as a people wont survive
if we continue walking down this road
that we ourselves made big and broad?
sometimes i like to wonder
if the masses will lend me an ear
when my pen begins to talk of war
and how it has left us with a scar
that hinders our ability to feel
and takes quite a long, long time to heal.
will i write about the dying nature?
that might not be here in the future.
will i pen a poem addressed to you
of the love i feel? of which you have no clue
or will i simply write a poem
that hints at the next poem I’ll write about?
Lazarus Shatipamba is a wormy bookworm that rarely ever sees the sun(except through the eyes of many a fictional character). His days are mostly spent stuck between the pages of a good book.
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The inner life of a writer, I can relate. I’m sure you know that you just have to keep writing
at the end of the day, that’s all you can do…keep writing
Writing about everything will be great contribution,,, write about anything , everything that our heart talks about will be great