It is only fitting that after yesterday’s dreadful haiku today’s prompt is substandard.
There are days I write
Beautiful poems
Or inspired prose.
I see myself as
Whitman’s successor
or the next Orwell.
There are days I write
Adequate poems
Or passable prose.
I see myself as
a novice creator
still learning his craft.
There are days I write
Horrendous poems
or appalling prose.
I see myself as
just a hack writer
or soulless poet.
Do I give up?
Or do I keep trying?
© 2017 Benjamin Goodrich
Vox Humbug 