⟢ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓮 ⟢

I grip my pen with vigour tight
Dripping words to scrawl the page
And slave away into the night

The ink and paper my fragile stage
I sing and dance for watchful eyes
Not a single person I can engage!

I claw the page- so many tries
Yet nothing fit for all to see
I drown my sorrow in fitful cries

A sliver of stardom, my only plea
Yet no one here to give their sight
It seems forgotten is all i'll be

And though with all my endless plight
I grip my pen with vigour tight