This was my first attempt at writing something fully formed, its not pretty, and not clever, but summed up my feeling when trying to scribble in my journal after my last bulb blew

Poem in the Dark

I have no light to read by
the dark doesn't offer much,
can my scribbles match their words,
are my thoughts enough?

I start to doubt my talent,
it just won't compare,
to what's in my spinning head
people won't see or care.

Then I see some reason
for these desperate lines
It's not the rhyme that matters,
only that the words are mine.

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Written on 2011-09-12 at 03:10

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I love the simplicity of your style!