I’m having a blah kind of day. Business is slow, figures look scary and it’s hard to see past the obvious. I normally try to look at the positive end and today I just can’t break through the quicksand. I feel like I’m sinking today. Anyway I just thought I’d post an old poem I came across, I know that doesn’t help my mood but it’s a bad case of the Mondays.
Are these just words to fill the void on this paper?
Something to keep between the margins.
Ink to color a page.
The words leak from my pen pumped by my heart,
Sometimes followed by tears
That smear the words.
Are these just verbs, nouns, and adjectives arranged in a suitable line?
Do they really mean anything to you or I?
Right now these words are empty just like my heart.