So yes, I’m running behind.  Life hasn’t been terribly cooperative with the NaPoWriMo deal this year, but I’m still hanging in there.

 

Desperate Words

The ghosts of verses from the past,

go moaning through my head.

The do not let me write new lines,

my skill with words seems dead.

I start a verse and watch it die,

no place for it to go.

It seems I’ve lost my words this time

and now I’m struggling so.

I wish that I could find some way,

recapture what I’ve lost.

There’s not much that I wouldn’t do,

would pay most any cost.

I know this looks like verse I write,

but really all it says.

Is that I’m losing my wee mind,

It’s just one of those days.

 

Cheers, Winston