Short of ending up like Kafka <br />Who toiled in obscurity <br />And died peniless <br />I work myself up <br />Not to allow myself down <br />Becoming one voice <br />For the community of <br />Published writers <br />Storming through the <br />Clutter of red tape <br />And desks covered in <br />Layers of dust <br />I dig my fingers into <br />Manuscripts <br />Of old <br />And allow my eyes <br />To file away alphbetically <br />The words <br />Words of virtue <br />Of nature <br />Of life <br />Of love <br />Written in free form <br />Or rhyme <br />Oh to wax poetic <br />With some unique prose <br />Nothing compares to <br />The poetic Rose <br />Got to raise myself up <br />From the words of before <br />Recapture their essence <br />In a more elegant form <br />Brainstorming creative <br />Issues is not all what it seems <br />Musn't end up like kafka <br />Lost in obscurity's <br />Almost famous dreams<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kafka/
