1000 Stories
A poem about creativity and fear
Millions of words crafting a thousand worlds.
A sea of ink decorates miles of paper.
But where are the eyes?
Persistence breaks the keys,
and wounds the tendons,
as the story smith decorates the digital wasteland.
A signal smoke calls for an audience
that only a few see,
and fewer heed.
He venerates them for their ears.
Finally, someone to enjoy his works.
Yet he starves.
A million worlds perish
when the reaper claims his famished soul.