It’s a long road.
Eyes sore, brain addled, body refusing to work.
Yet I can’t quit,
can’t rest,
can’t let myself be
until the last word is inked,
bleeding across the page
as if it were my very blood.
Tag: workaholic
Ramble Tangle
My eyes are tired,
it’s been far too long,
examining words
I’d long thought were gone.
The night draws up,
a blanket to my chin,
yet the letters reel on,
I cannot give in.
Searching and searching,
I sew back my soul,
catching those secrets
I’d left to grow cold.
Time makes it clear,
the rivers flow by,
I’ll take my chance now,
speaking no lie.
Treeshallow Musings 