Really can relate to this one. For a long time my art (physical, now getting into words) has been fueled by pain. But now I feel none of it so should I be searching for it?

Nah man all feedback is good thank you. You right I didn't do it intentionally just a typo. And I'll try keep the other stuff in mind going forward thanks :)

Hello there,

I think you beautifully captured the essence of what many artists struggle with these days. Comfort capturing the artists spirit, etc.

A few notes:

L. II: "As there are now friends to be deserted by"
--> 2 things: Should it be "now friends" or "no friends"? Not sure if it is misspelled or intentional. Secondly, as I am a fan of leaving things to the imagination, I feel like this part of the sentence could be left out entirely. Too me, the first part ("I'll never write about my friends deserting me") has enough of an impact.

L. IV: "live a life of" 
--> Maybe too convoluted, why not just say "I do not live hardship or pain"?

All in all a piece I enjoyed. I wonder if the prosaic nature is entirely intentional, since I can't help but feel that reducing the wording (i.e. cutting sentences in half, removing "added" words ["My life is fairly bland and maybe that's nothing to complain about", in this sentence as an example] would greatly add to the piece.

As always with the

Nah I'm just writing in free verse but putting in new stanzas when I feel like there's a tonal shift/a new point. Thanks for the kind words :)

I really enjoy the message of this. Are you trying to maintain any sort of scheme or pattern? I don't know the difference between free verse and prose but I think this could be either.

They say great art is made in times of pain and hardship.
Maybe this is why I'll never make it to be one of the greats; 
With my comfortable life of solitude.
I'll never write about my friends deserting me,
As there are no friends to be deserted by.

I lack the cosmic awe that all the greats have;
I mope about solemnly hoping to find my muse.

I do not live a life or hardship or pain.
Nor one of extravagance and excess.
My life is fairly bland and maybe that's nothing to complain about.
But maybe one life of hardship would be worthwhile,
If I was to live on inside the mind of an inspired child.
In the same way that the great arts live on, in mine.


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[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7bea7d/comment/dphcqag?st=1Z141Z3&amp;sh=4ae476e3) 

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