Tell me why …
Is the depression I feel,
ever increasing with each,
move I make.
I pick up a pen, when I should
use a pencil.
Erasers are invaluable, at times
like these.
Each key I strike creates a paradox,
that only I can read.
Its meaning left misunderstood.
Its contents pushed to the boundary.
Words smear across pages and
the screen becomes mixed up,
as the words fall off, onto the floor.
I bend and flex,
attempting to pick them up,
So they make some sense.
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
Pamela, I could write a companion piece to this one. Sigh. I'm still searching for my idea though. Eventually one will come. I like 'erasers are invaluable.' They sure are! And I enjoyed picturing words falling onto the floor.
ReplyDeletePamela, I am so sorry for your pain. I continue to pray it goes away.
ReplyDeleteMary,
ReplyDeleteSeems I have had to pick up quite a few lately.
Erasers are a godsend. Thanks.
Pamela
Diane,
ReplyDeleteYou are such a sweet lady. Thanks.
Pamela
I totally know how this goes. Well, the word-bending and rearranging, anyway. I've learned how to chase the depression away. Thankfully.
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteI am only depressed half of the time ;)
Thanks for stopping by.
Pamela