Poetry

So Far Away (#612)

I’d like to claim the more I write prose,
The better I get, and the more my experience grows,
But from where I sit, I’m not sure I agree,
Yet I know it can’t be obtained via a degree,
Everyone says that with practice I’ll improve,
But so far, it’s not a hypothesis I can prove,
It’s kind of depressing from a distance,
Even more is my unyielding persistence,
I’m probably setting myself up to fail,
All for hopes that one day I’ll make a sale,
I’m continuing to light a fire under my ass,
But who knows if it’ll ever really come to pass,

Any Thoughts?

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