A Writer Is Born

When your words 

Get no ear

Eyes throw a Pearl

I call Tear

Away from the lights

Alone you mourn

There And Then 

A Writer Is Born

When the world is fast

Like the beast with Horn

And you move slow

Like the Worm

When yourselves you question

Why for me

Defeats Setbacks are the norm

There And Then

A Writer Is Born

When for your Rose

You are nothing but a Thorn

You look for someone

To sew you up

When inside and out

You are torn

When you collect yourself

After the Storm

There And Then 

A Writer Is Born

The well within

With feelings emotions

Is filled up to the Brim

Chances of taking more in

They are too grim

When all from the inside

Out on a paper 

Gets thrown

There and Then

A Writer Is Born