Tuesday, April 11, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 11: The Writer

How can I write a book
I already started?
Where shall I start to look,
Where the three friends parted,
Or on his final kill?
How will it make me feel?

There is always a way.

How will I wear his thoughts
As I live every day
Without his victims' ghosts?
Whatever they can say
Doesn't apply to me.
Doesn't make me happy
To kill these characters
With a hand that batters.

There is always a way.

One day, a boy told me,
"Take a break, write something
Different, out of here.
Let your mind go resting,
And then you can go back,
Again, follow your track."

There is always a way.

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