We present to you the first poem in the the diary of an undiscovered writer. Hope you enjoy |×|TRANSCRIPT - I feel like a tiny dot /Made with the Agitated hands /Of a writer/who was too busy writing words. /Words with more important meanings to convey. /Words with complexities to reiterate/

And I lay there splattered/Unnoticed, Unwanted /I will probably be a smear/on his hands by the end of this/

I feel like a tiny dot/Made with the agitated hands/Of a writer/Who was too busy trying to make sense/Make sense of himself/Make sense of the half written mess/

And I lay there hanging/Unworthy, uninvited/I will probably be the one/Finally making sense of his mess/Ending it all/Once and for all/

I feel like a tiny dot/Maybe just maybe/I can become the end of it all. |×| The diary of an undiscovered writer is exactly what it sounds like full of muse and melting feelings of a writer. Maybe you will find your inspiration here or maybe you will not. Either way a little romanticizing and a little gratefulness in form of carefully crafted words never hurts anyone. If you're into what I do maybe you can follow me on instagram for more scribbles and writeups Follow me on instagram @malikknikita Follow us on our LinkedIn profile https://www.linkedin.com/in/nikita-s-fieldnotes-36b677209 And thank you for stopping by! May you have a marvellous day :)