Day 15 | #NaPoWriMo | You didn't think I'd left you hanging, did you?
I've been a few days behind on this, but I'm back. I'll go backwards and fill the gaps soon, but if I stayed behind I would have fallen off for real.
Lesson of the past few days: just keep going. I didn't realise how easy it would be to fall off. One slip and before I knew it I was like three days behind. And it all started to slip because I begun trying too hard and falling into old habits. And it's taken its toll on this as a result. Well no more. No apologies either. I publicly promised myself I would finish this.
I'll come with the older ones over the next day or so. (They'll be backdated, of course)
Enjoy
FUTILE
I’ve stopped asking you for wisdom and prompts
hoping you can unlock my tongue.
even now my fingers are fatigued
my joints aren’t what they should be
my brain is a screwed up
paper ball
with inkblots,
rattling
in my head
as I try to make music from this deflation and mess
and even if I could make symphonies
of scratchy rattling noise
or all the dots ,
and lines ,
and empty space
is anyone really listening?
Hell,
even if it were sheet music,
who in the hell would read or play it anyway?