So many letters forming so many words forming so many sentences forming so many stories I sit to write Nothing
After deciding to give writing a legitimate shot, I picked my story back up and worked on it. Then I hit a wall.
This is what I feared. Something going wrong at the last minute. My debut novel was scheduled for release today, but that is in jeopardy.
I knew it was you on the first ring Too early in the morning Too late in death's grasp Almost perfunctory
Life is a circle A carousel of decisions, paths, mishaps and fortunes When the music stops and the rotation halts The lucky ones will have ridden them all
Love seeps from the body The soul's lifeblood escaping The skin shrivels and curls Leaving the heart in need of a watering
I look at you And wonder How is there anything left You give Asking nothing in return Bricks Slowly taken away Until even the foundation is gone Used to build someone else