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 :)