Labouring under the weight of a poem becoming a slave to words, straining like the back of Atlas teetering the world.
It all begins with a word like how stories start with a dame till the words become a line then a poem, all the same.
Then editing, oh editing! Where each line's a horror's tale mistakes were had a made but against them, rail.
Then when it's ready with all your might submit it for all to see then bid yourself goodnight