Unmade

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.

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.