The numbers...
The numbers have dropped again.
I am losing them!
*
My
exposed
heart
bled from the keys to the page.
I drained it all.
*
They came.
Friends with accolades, encouragement.
I believed.
*
Platitudes!
Pretty words,
injected
into
the
ether!
No breath wasted.
*
NO!
I felt the sincerity!
It
r
i
p
p
l
e
d.
*
Or, perhaps
I simply convinced myself -
failed myself...
*
It's ME!
I've fucked it all up,
but how?
*
Dig deeper!
I must find the right words!
They will come again
...Won't they?
***
Written for R.M. Stockson's unofficial March Madness Challenge.
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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