A Nothing Writer from a Nowhere Town—Chris Miller

a nothing writer

from a nowhere town

sits lonely in his castle

all the beauty

memories

hopes and dreams

they crowd in

suffocating and intoxicating

he needs

what is eating him

alive

to live

he loves

he sorrows

he rages and weeps

so easy

so damned hard

and meanwhile

he stands from his throne

surrounded by the beauty

the uncertainty that should not be

and he walks

on the razor’s edge

the delicate balance

the tortuous steps

as each makes him bleed

he smiles through his tears

knowing it’s worth it

unsure he knows anything at all

for what can

a nothing writer from a

nowhere town know

but heartache

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