A dimly lit room
Sitting alone at a table
In the quietest part of the house, they could find
Removed for the rest who dwell in the home
Even the mice are not welcome
The only thing allowed are their thoughts
For a writer finds the best stories in his own mind
When nothing stirs in the outside world
The inside world could come crashing like a hundred foot wave
With nothing but their own imaginaton to distratct them
The pounding of keyboard can be heard
Occasionaly a couple of moans and groans
Along with the occasional writer talking to themself
It is in that calm, quiet and dimmly lit room
In the writers head where the chaos will come into existence
From their minds, it will be transferred on to the screen
As long as a writer is writing, they will never be alone
In their words, they will leave their immortality
Long after they pass, their words will still echo
Stir in the minds of the next generation of writers
Who will one day find themselves in a dimly lit room, in the quietest part of the house, where even the mice aren’t welcome
Day #59 SJD
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