A Non-Poet’s Ode to Writer’s Guilt

I wish I were a poet to explain how I feel about writer’s guilt.

Then I could adequately express my annoyance with it, at a raw and visceral level. I would paint a picture that covered the five senses.

Writer’s guilt would look, feel, taste, sound, and smell like this in my poem.

 

But I’m not a poet. I’m a simple writer. So here’s my ode to writer’s guilt:

            Writer’s guilt, go kick rocks.

 

Photos by Evan KirbyRicardo MancíaRick ForgoJason Rosewell on Unsplash

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