With each turn,
it sharpened a little,
Writing is a curse,
you see.
Writing is not,hard most days,
Have you ever been,in the woods at night?
I challenge,
anyone,
I am caught,
in a web,
of my own,
I’m afraid,
it’s not,
good news.
A writer is,
someone who,
daydreams,
There’s a moment,
that all writer’s know,
Ink and,
blood,
What’s the,
difference?,
Only a writer,
knows.