Agonies of an indie writer

Agonies of an indie writer

I wrote that e-book

It was on sale

My ideas became bargain picks

It yearned to be downloaded

The words wanted to float

They ideas wished to infect

 

Now it sits in a server

Far from the claws of search engines

And “You may also want to read”s

 

But I keep looking at it

Counting the stars it got

Don’t worry my child

Your father still loves you

Top 5 romantic walks without you

Walking back from the letterbox

With letters addressed to both our names

Steps away from the washing machine

Your wet washed clothes in my arms

The couple of steps towards you

After another endless wait

Along the aisles of the supermarket

For things to build our nest

Every step during my entire day

Collecting stories, an excuse to talk to you