The Writer

He thought that maybe
he was a writer.
That it would make
all their futures
a little bit brighter.
But that’s not going to
put food on the table.
Unless he writes another
Kane and Abel.
Encouragement is
scarce on the ground
and so he begins to flounder.
Questions his methods
and his abilities.
Realises it is time
to wake up to his reality.

brown notebook in between of a type writer and gray and black camera
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