Busman's Holiday - Daniel's Lament

Daniel’s Lament

Jamie drove all night
only to find herself a little bit too late.
Typewriters await;
fingers bound to weights
that won’t let up.
I’ve lost my touch.
What will I do?

Writers block my mind from the ideas
to take full shape to manuscript.
Ghosts of words I wrote
haunt me through the
critics notes I find.
They’re all so kind for my first time.

I can’t make a boat again
finding that the world’s not flat but round.

Lightning strikes a match.
Thunderous crowds
approach your house with
torches flamed.
Failing ambition;
fulfilling expectations of old.
Truth be told, I am scared.

Set ablaze to books that you are fond of
I’ll move on references gone.
One page I must write
‘Just get it done tonight so I can sleep.’
I’m on the brink
Is what I think

I can’t make a boat again
finding that the world’s not flat but round.

I can’t see you.
I won’t hear you.
I don’t need you.
I will write this book.

Words spit out like rain onto a page
that’s blank with rage
that’s not no more.
First one took a day.
The second one they say is the
hardest to write.
It’s been a fight. I’m almost there.

Pam took all Fred had finding
the things that made him happy
all must pass.
Hundred pages down
This book has turned my whole world around
I once was lost
But now am found.

I have made a boat again
finding that the world’s not flat but round.

Written by:
Addison Rogers, Lewis Bruno Rogers

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