Poem: The Dangers of Writing

This week I thought I’d share with you another poem. I wanted to share with you the cover of The Lady of Zion but I’m having technical difficulties. Apparently the power supply to my external hard-drive is damaged, so while I’m organising a work-around I decided to pull this post up the schedule. 😀

Hopefully next week I’ll have a shiny new book cover to show you!

I wrote this poem at uni as a bit of fun for an assignment.

The Dangers of Writing

By. B. Forrester

It starts off fun – a little hobby,
fills in time in the dentist’s lobby,
over time it grows sincere,
something you won’t want to hear,
Time draws on and still you write,
now of things that sting and bite.
A therapy it lets you heal,
another way to learn to deal.
An easy catharsis for the heart,
you don’t remember how it starts.

Furiously you’ll study every word,
wanting your message to be heard.
As you become obsessed,
loved ones will be distressed.
You’ll forget to sleep and eat,
You have deadlines that you must keep
You’ll withdraw, hide-away;
from deepest winter to early May.
You’ll wonder one day where they went,
and realise that your life is spent.

Published by bforresterbooks

Indie Author. Lover of all things supernatural, witchy and magical. Obsessed fan of The Wizard of Oz, Supernatural, the works of Tolkien and the Harry Potter Universe. You can purchase my debut novel The Kingston Chronicles at Amazon.

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