Creative writing is much like riding a bike, you just need to hop back on and ride again. This particular bike however has a torn seat, rusty rims, flat tires and a broken chain.
Nothing will improve unless I work to fix it so let’s get it started. This is my first poem in probably around 13 years.
Day After Day
I sit right here amongst all this haze,
I’ve been here for what seem like days.
Not doing any more then what I’m required,
I haven’t done anything and yet I’m still so tired.
The sun will rise and tomorrow will come,
I hope it’s a good day because I could sure use one.
But in the end you just never can say,
What could possibly happen day after day.