The Poet Of Indecision Speaks

Look a here, on the day I decide to stop playing hermit and try to catch up with y’all, I find out it was World Poetry Day. Why no Goggle doodle? Hmmm?

I have two more time zones till the 21st is over in the US.

I need no excuse but it seems like a great way to break the ice on my blazing silence. I’ve written mainly for myself lately and it’s been uh, interesting. I take full responsibility for any and all weirdness…


I’m about to write these words

And just before they get to you

They’re gone

Lost in this void where the over-thinking occurs

I’m getting tired of the best parts of my life

Happening on the inside

Never shared with another that’s actually here

I feel bold when I write

Strong when I let those secret thoughts get some fresh air

But I don’t think you’ll understand

I’m also afraid that you will

My words have cabin fever

My heart tires of babysitting wayward prose

Yet still

The day closes on another empty page


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