Survivor’s Guilt by Joseph Reilly

When you’ve lost people,

People that were better that you,

People that treated other people better,

You walk around with a constant sense of survivor’s guilt.

Writing is Dead by Roni Marshall

Youtube videos and Tik Toks spawn,

Your audience is no longer drawn.

Did you even have one to begin with?

Probably not sis.

You have more people reading your tweets than your books.

It starts with a seed

Then it goes to a deed

The mind tricks and plays

Scary as it may

The moment is here

Yet we always long for it

Dreaming of something more

Always getting something less

The lows should be expected,
I tell myself that often.
There will always be a dip,
Financially, romantically, brain chemistry.

You say you love it,

But are you willing to do everything for it?

Would you leave your comfortable job?

Bound by word counts and job posts

No one ever told you about pay rates

Hemingway didn’t say shit about cover letters

He has always been remote—an island who’s never seen a swimmer or even the occasional lost fish.

Everything feels impossible until

That moment where the thing

It arrives and you have it

It’s before you a reality

I used to write to escape.
Writing served as a means to get by.
When the world was too dark,
The light sat by the cursor.