The aggression of a writers mind

yes i am bored.........bored as hell.
i have been trying to write something meaningful from past one hour but nothing seems to come out. finally came up with this poem. the piece describes what i feel accurately and efficiently.

The glasses shatter and curtains fall
My mind tries to figure it all;

There is a light hidden in a corner
Flickering to keep itself alive
A part of the room wants it too shine
It wants to brighten it, support it;

But it has drowned in a darker tide,
It struggles to maintain its existence;

For it was an inferno at one time,
The darkness had consumed it gradually,
And the layers of dust and sticky webs cover it now;

Still it tries to regain its composure,
It summons all it has and burns again;

But the clouds of oblivion have arrived,
To suppress the tiny desire;

The hope will be dying soon’
And one more writer will die!!!


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