Like Clouds They Creep

Like clouds they creep across my day those letters that say “NAY, NAY, NAY” Recurring themes and numbers games played by the well known without names. Alas, ‘tis said: “the heart is fickle” seeking but a contest tickle etching text on barren space delete! delete! but don’t erase hard bloodied tip of scratching pen striving to be one of ten. Trudging through a muse-less reign life’s blood entombed in pulse-less vein The clouds will clear, the ink soft flow a weathered raven loudly crow beneath this blanket I have wept believing wet wings are inept yet they will dry and I will fly sunshine replace the tears I cry for I must write, it is my way though clouds may creep across my day. John G. Lawless ©10/2/2018