Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)

Who'd Have Believed?

Thoughts from a writing machine

I write because I find it fun

My stories aren't for everyone

But now and then a gem appears

And readers, good enough to send their cheers

I write non-stop, without a plan

Guide my characters the best I can

And when sense no longer can prevail

I quit that story for another tale

There is no wish for public fame

No yearning for a famous name

Far better writers play that game

Just that for me, it's not the same

Comments are my daily bread

The good, the bad, just get it said

The fun is knowing the effect it had

Was it good or was it bad

And following the demographic

From across the world, it's so cathartic

That in the end my goal's achieved

A small following... who'd have believed