Musing #8

Nothing to say
Emptiness inside
Woke up this morning
on the wrong side

Joyless and in pain
Cloudy and windy
With a chance of rain

Trying to fill this page is hard
No Structure
No Prose
Just a lump of lard

Searching the depths
for an elusive force
Staring up high
To set me on the course

Nearly there a few lines still
Approaching the end
A goal to fulfill

Made it at last
No room to spare
The musing complete
Time to disappear

Folkstone

2 comments

  1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    Love this…

    A full page dedicated to tell us that you have nothing to say… but a page to fill… β˜πŸ˜‚β€¦ Love it… πŸ˜‰

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