A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


33. The world not quite

Any true writer, whether good or bad,

At one point gets this feeling:

The sudden discharge, the sting!,

Illumination, idea so rad!

A color, a word, or a memory,

Sometimes a single sentence,

Better in mind than paper

Over and over, letter by letter

Write, rewrite, scratch off and repeat out loud

Over again for a word

But it, nimble, flies away,

Exactly like a small and fragile bird.

And, there, right on the verge of succeeding

It escapes and all’s for nay…

Begin again your sculpting

For an artist shall never be too proud.

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