Why should I write again?
This clamor muddled my mind.
What would I really gain?
Retorts were still unkind.
I have penned many ruminations,
those scribbled and mundane.
Some were merely imaginations,
which could all make me insane.
So I rummaged far and wide,
But alas, no ripostes can be found.
Obscurity never left my side,
and the quest remained unsound.
Finally, I sought the answer within me.
For only in writing again I could be free.