The Tragedy of the Poet

Scribbling and filling sheet.

Hoping it will all be clear,

Not wanting a rhyme or beat,

Just hoping that the answer will somehow appear.

Something none will buy,

And none will read.

Trying to find a reason... telling himself lies,

That she wasn't everything he will ever need.

He digs and claws away

Looking for a reason,

Why when she cried he didn't stay,

Why he replied with treason.

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Writing is for me like a drug. When I finish poem I feel always happy. Writing process it's for me always sell discovery. I never know when poem get turn how it will end etc.I always my hand write and my heart to feel and my mind to corrected.

[Matthew Kult]

Eloquently Confused.

Great Read

Matthew

[DiskartetHaraya]

Due to the mentioning of the poet and the weight/depth a word such as "tragedy" carries, the "she" reminds me of the muse.

Was this intended to be about writers' block?

[The Last Philospher]

Yes, but it is also about a reference to my writing process when it comes to poetry. When I write poetry I typically have some kind of discomfort (what kind varies), to get rid of such discomfort I can either exercise or write. If I decide to write, I keep writing over and over again, and I discard anything that isn't the solution to my discomfort. When I write, I am literally trying to find an answer to something.
But in this piece, everything he ever wrote about was a woman. A successful poet who was well known for writing about love. But when he cheated and the relationship broke, he was trying to do what I do to ease the pain. However without her, nothing will ever ease his guilt; a poet destined to write the rest of his life, trying to create an answer to his guilt.

[DiskartetHaraya]

Alright. That does make it into the poem. Passion or compulsion, I can see it in your persona's continuing to pour out without having in return (an answer, money, readership, her) but seeking one of them. I particularly admire the word choice of "treason".