Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXVIII
Hearts & Souls. Open your heart, and write. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Entreaties.
My gums are bleeding again.
There’s a stack of papers that need attention
But I can’t find my glasses.
My truck is making that funny noise.
I sleep too late
Because no one wakes me.
I don’t write
I feel it’s all been said.
I find I’m repeating myself.
No one takes me seriously
Your point’s been made:
I am selfish and fickle,
Say whatever you like.
Come home.
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