A Writer’s Lament
by Kelly F. Barr
Characters and ideas crowd my mind
In numbers enough to fill many books.
My psyche races, my heart thuds.
But my fingers on the keyboard fall behind.
People in my head won’t leave me alone
Constantly nudging me to peck at the keys.
Their loves, their struggles, their adventures
They want made known.
If only there were enough hours to flesh them out.
My jotted notes on endless scraps of paper
Do nothing to quiet them.
“Write faster,” they shout.
My forehead breaks out in a sweat
Through each day filled with endless tasks
My brain creates scene after scene.
Two years and not a single novel finished yet.
Blood pulses to my brain
Pushing to find the proper words
In sequence without repetition,
While my heart hopes this work is not in vain.
2 thoughts on “A Writer’s Lament (A Poem)”
I hear you! The voices never stop and time keeps shifting forward … I begin to feel responsible for my unfinished characters, like they deserve a better author. Someone who completes them. But keep hanging in there. The time will come when they are rounded and complete and the story’s done.
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Thank you so much for your encouraging comment, Chris! I’m not terribly upset about this, but I do get frustrated that I don’t have the time to write more faster and I was just thinking of the difficulties we writers go through and came up with this. I shared it for others whom I’m sure can relate. 🙂