Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Could it be (Day 658)


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