I don’t know what to write.
I have written for days.
Every time I start to write,
Thoughts get in the way.
So many things go through my mind
On what to write to you.
But I feel you wouldn’t care
And figure what good would it do.
No one knows how it makes a writer feel
To hear they write so well,
Yet can’t find anything to attract
The attention of one you want to tell.
It hurts to see you turn away
Before you give me a chance,
Or to flip through the pages,
Giving no more than a glance.
How can you understand what I feel
If you don’t even stop to listen?
For the worst is when it’s read and ignored,
As though there were something missing.
So why bother picking up the pen
To try to say a word,
When all it’ll do is bore you
And cause the author to get hurt?
Written by Gail Brookshire