Inside my Mind Lives Kafka on the Shore

I type, my words so cut and dry, a bore,

no genius here to rise above the din,

inside my mind lives Kafka on the Shore.

Today, the screen lacks give, presents a chore;

the problem: where to go; not how begin.

I type, my words so cut and dry, a bore.

A sentence here and there, I don’t abhor,

new characters, they wave and let me in,

(inside my mind lives Kafka on the Shore)

A nagging sense of doom I can’t ignore —

switch to Facebook, lo, a cardinal sin!

I type, my words so cut and dry, a bore.

How soon self doubt comes busting down the door;

the story lost, the plot, so very thin.

Inside my mind lives Kafka on the Shore.

Once printed, toss to the pages to the floor,

another effort lost — I need a win.

I type, my words so cut and dry, a bore,

inside my mind lives Kafka on the Shore.

*written in: A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.

Gae is the author of several novels for readers of all ages, though shelved as tween and young adult. You can read more about her and her books at gaepolisner.com

Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.

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