Writing to The Void

I like to write stories

If I have the time.

I also like to write poems

And most of them rhyme.

I like to think that my writing

Is for the most part good

And that lots of people do to,

Or at least they would

If they actually saw it

But most people don’t.

I want to find an audience

But maybe I won’t.

Sometimes writing is hard

Because I have writer’s block

So I just wait around for ideas

And hope inspiration will knock

On the door of my mind

And that my fingers will fidget

Until I write out my story

And post it so everyone reads it.

There have been times

When I think, “This is the one.

This is the post that will get me readers

And this time I’ll get a ton.”

But of course reality hits me

Every time I hit publish.

The days go by with no luck

And I’m left with an unfulfilled wish.

For now, one consistent reader I have

Who, by the way, makes me annoyed

Is one I’m fairly acquainted with

And that is The Void.

I send my stories and poetry

Out to it everyday.

I don’t hear anything back

But maybe it means my writing’s just okay.

The Void keeps my writings

Floating around and around.

I wait for someone to respond to them

But I don’t hear a sound.

I’m not quite sure how

I’ll get more readers just yet.

I’m trying to utilize social media

So we’ll see how far I get.

In the meantime, however,

Though it’s something I’d like to avoid

I guess I’ll continue to post my writings

And send them to The Void.