Snake Eyes

Giving in to the writing
all else went to hell

The bills stayed unpaid
one room left to dwell

Giving in to the writing
I rolled the last dice

Two dots facing upward
—and paying the price

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)

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Comments (5)

Most writers fail They have nothing special to tell all banal, all mundane If they do have they do not know how to tell what is boiling inside them they cool down in desperation
Price to be paid for opting to be a writer. A tough challenge. Nicely articulated. (Ten minutes ago I read another poem 'Angel Eyes')
Kurt, such a brilliant write.....10+++++
A beautiful piece, Kurt; enjoyed reading it.
Writing as a career is like gambling. The odds of winning is only few. A thoughtful poem.10