Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.
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by
All the words I need Are sitting on the keyboard I just can’t see them
Three hours of me time Lost on technical issues What a grinding waste
Every day I write Sometimes it comes together Often falls apart
Staring at a wall Seeing pictures without eyes Kaleidoscope mind
An idea last night Not noted but noteworthy Is gone this morning
A wasted morning There’s a whole book in my head But the shower leaks
She closes the door Calm and silence fills the house I pick up my pen
I just keep writing Am I writing the right thing? How can I know that?
The weather is hot Makes thinking so difficult The words just won’t come
Like sand through fingers The ending of the story Escapes from my grasp