Poetic-Verses
'' The Pressures Of Writing Are Profound ''
It's time to write,
I've seen the light,
The words are clear in my head,
The literary world will be set alight,
When my finished article is read.
One verse at a time,
I'll make it rhyme,
There so many ways to perform,
It's hard although I am in my prime,
Ultimately I'll create a storm.
From what's in my heart,
I will not depart,
Though some of my ideas may vary,
There's nothing like the subject of art,
This writing thing is quite scary.
Off I go,
To where I don't know,
That is the beauty of verse,
When I get going the words will flow,
My thoughts I need to rehearse.
Short or long?
Right or wrong,
Over scrutiny I have little control,
Maybe just maybe I could write a song,
It's myself I need to console.
At last it's complete,
The editing's neat,
Of course, that's my personal opinion,
Will all the critics remain discreet?
As I've strayed from my usual dominion.
It's been warmly received,
I feel so relieved,
They're saying it is so well renowned,
Regardless, be proud of what you've conceived,
' The Pressures Of Writing Are Profound '
