Ode to Being a Writer

By Alistair Bennie-Underwood

We are the only.

We are the people who march.

We do not sleep.

The outside world is meaningless to us.

The only land that we conquer is between the screens.

Flat and emotionless, we do not punch it.

We do not cut it.

We slowly pat it out

with fingers and thumbs.

We create our own world, and then,

we slowly and systematically

take it all


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