Could it be that
there’s really nothing
left to say?
Maybe the
day night year term
has been going on
far too long.
Maybe I’ve run out
of words, and will
never again be able
to write a poem
or a story. (Well,
that’s not likely.)
Maybe I stayed up
too late, lights ablaze,
(re)finishing that book
I return to for comfort
when the world
feels frightening
or ugly. Or both.
Maybe He started pecking
away at his keyboard
early. Today,
he got the worm. Someday
soon, the worms will win.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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