The Failed Writer

The failed writer For twenty years he has written down what came to his mind, in the end, many books with his name on a bookshelf. There they reminded unsold, unloved collecting the dust of time. He tried to sell his books on Amazon and in shops when that failed he gave books away to people too polite to say no. He danced a summer night declaring he would be a writer his girlfriend laughed and laughed till he put her head under a lake, walked home and wrote some more. They will never catch him now his name is erased by the longitude of sad past.