The Origin of Writer's Sadness by Lemurrific, literature
Literature
The Origin of Writer's Sadness
For.
Pete's.
Sake.
Why, you may ask, are writers so wrought,
So down-in-the-dumps,
So dead-in-the-head with
Depression?
What is the point, asking,
These creatures that life so
Desperately searches,
To create, (etymology here, you see),
To ponder that which is already known,
Or that which is,
But yet unknown.
How a simple comma can make us
Eat Grandma
Or eat with her,
Or how a simple person can cost us
So.
Many.
Others.
When the disorganized chaos of things makes it
So.
Damn.
Simple.
To Simplify, Poeticize,
Yet so hard to understand,
Now tell me,
Where is it appropriate to ask?
BANG.
And with that the earth began to age.
And with each added wrinkle, new pathways began to appear;
New decisions, with new alternate futures to ignore,
And to let die out without a thought.
Because once a thought is spent on those
PossibilitiesAlternate lives,
Tranquility
and pattern is
dead.
POW.
And so I can begin to understand, why it's So hard
For this planet to hold on to life
When so many decisions are jettisoned
Like a Political Border, not aware of how
One square mile difference could save a life or
kill it.
CRACK.
Or lives.
And that's why I decided to make it a goal of mine
To detail every last pos