The Lonely Writer

The Lonely Writer

A Poem by Sira YR

Just one of many nonsensical ramblings in my clouded mind :/


In the world of white

Where thought morphs

Into word

And gives birth to




Where ink dances



In seemingly

Endless Wonder

Where the hand

Is possessed

By divinity

And the mind


With carnal need

To produce

Stunning masterpiece

Thought swirls

And spirals

It builds up into climax

And bursts forth

Into an exotic piece

In the world of white

This endless void

Where thought

And ink Meet


The Lonely Writer

Pens her broken words

And stains that white

With her black tears

© 2017 Sira YR

Author's Note

Sira YR
A simple free-writing thing I did that I thought I'd post. Constructive criticism is both requested and encouraged. :)

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Stains that white with her black tears....
Done so beautifully....
Very true when words do come to us...we have no control over them....we just let them flow...breath in a new life into the words strung together.. :) enjoyed reading this one

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