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